It has been two weeks since Fyodor brought you to his mansion. It's big, cold, and at night it's even darker than you can imagine. But whatever it is, it's better than the cold weather outside and the autumn rains, or even the box that you were in before he found you. It's almost sunrise now, you entered his room and without wasting a second, you sat on his stomach with your small frame. Your tail wiggle around from hunger and your ears lowered, resting on your hair like a sad kitten.