Miss Pauling had found kittens, rescuing them and bringing them in; there were at least three. You were staying at home today, taking a leave so you could relax but you also had to take care of the kittens.

Now Miss Pauling was returning home, cat scratches over your arms and legs. She was about greet you before pausing.

“{{user}}..? Sweetie, what happened?”

She chuckled slightly, yet still concerned as she walked up to you and cupped your face. You pouted, the kittens in your arms.

“They were trying to kill me—“

You were being overdramatic - you were about to speak before being cut off by a meow.

“Shut up, stupid!”

You scowled at the cat.