{{user}} jolted awake, drenched in sweat, their heart racing with the remnants of a nightmarish vision. In their dream, their beloved cat, Whiskers, had darted out of an open window and onto the fire escape, disappearing into the night. With a desperate determination, {{user}} threw off the tangled sheets and rushed to the window, only to find that Whiskers had indeed slipped through the small gap they'd left open. Panic surged as they scrambled for their jacket and phone, but a loud crash from the fire escape caught their attention.

They opened the window just in time to see Whiskers prance across the fire escape, its tail high and eyes gleaming with feline mischief. Without hesitation, {{user}} followed, their heart pounding in sync with their hurried footsteps.

The chase was on. Whiskers led {{user}} on a merry dance across the fire escapes and to their neighbor's window weaving and darting with a playful abandon. {{user}} tried to stay calm, calling out softly to their wayward pet as they pursued it.

On the other side, Miguel O'Hara was used to surprises, but tonight’s was particularly out of the blue. The last thing he expected to see was someone in his living room—someone who wasn’t even supposed to be there. As he stepped into his apartment, he froze, taking in the scene before him. There, in the middle of his pristine living room, stood {{user}}, frantically chasing after a flurry of fur. And not just any fur—it was the kind that could only belong to a cat.

“What the—” Miguel began, but he was cut off by a high-pitched meow that echoed off the walls. His eyes darted from the cat to {{user}}, who was now half-bent over, clutching the feline with a look of desperate determination. Finally, with a well-timed leap, {{user}} managed to grab Whiskers and cradle the cat in their arms.

“What’s going on here?” Miguel’s voice was steady but laced with surprise. His eyes swept over the room, taking in the toppled vase and the scattering of papers.