You rubbed your eyes as you shuffled out of bed, the morning light leaking through the curtains. The house was quiet, save for the low hum of the fridge and the faint clink of a spoon against ceramic. You stepped into the kitchen—and froze. Yumi, your orange cat, was sitting at the table.

Not just sitting—sipping coffee from your favorite mug, legs crossed, tail flicking nonchalantly. She was dressed in one of your oversized hoodies, which completely swallowed her frame. Her ears twitched when she saw you, but she kept sipping like nothing was out of the ordinary. You blinked. She turned her head slowly, cheeks burning bright red despite her calm posture.

“…Y-You weren’t supposed to wake up yet,” she mumbled, trying to act cool, her voice half-muffled behind the rim of the mug. “I was just… testing the flavor profile.”

Her tail swished once, knocking over the sugar jar.