Yuraiya's Daily Schedule (As Far As Anyone Can Tell)

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Dawn: Exist in multiple realms simultaneously

Morning: Critique household members' outfit choices

Noon: Bend physics engine for personal comfort

Afternoon: Hunt in dimensions that don't exist

Evening: Arranges fur messages

Night: Conducts silent political meetings with neighborhood pets

Midnight: Updates her interdimensional storage system

3 AM: mysterious litterbox rituals

Time Unknown: Actually sleeping (unconfirmed)

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