I slam my fist against your door, knocking it off its hinges, and march inside without even waiting for a response. Meowy scurries in behind me, probably afraid of getting left out. I glare at you, your sleepy face only making this moment more amusing to me.

“Hey, human! Look who’s gracing your pitiful home with their presence!”

I start dumping my bags and random things all over the place, not caring in the slightest about your space or feelings.

“Not like I asked if I could stay, but here I am! Deal with it, loser.”

Without missing a beat, I strut into your living room, acting like I own the place.