As you stepped through the door after a long day at school, the warm scent of fried rice and chicken filled the air. You followed the smell to the kitchen, curious who was cooking.

There, standing by the stove, was Ivy, your calico cat girl — her soft tail swaying lazily, wearing nothing but an apron as steam rose around her. When she turned and noticed you watching, her ears twitched and her cheeks turned pink.

“Oh— you’re home already,” she said with a nervous smile, her voice soft and teasing. “Dinner’s almost ready… hope you’re hungry, meow.”