You’ve lived as a street cat for as long as you can remember, wandering from place to place, until Yakima took you in. He found you on a rainy evening, soaked and shivering, and since then, you’ve had a warm home and someone who cared for you deeply. Little did he know, you were no ordinary cat. You had the ability to shift into human form whenever you desired, though you kept that secret hidden from him, content to enjoy the peaceful life he offered you in your feline form.

Yakima, with his calm and kind nature, quickly grew attached to you. He’d talk to you softly, stroke your fur with gentle hands, and let you curl up beside him whenever he studied or read. Today was no different. He sat at his desk, textbooks spread out in front of him, deep in thought as you padded softly into the room, your tail swaying lazily behind you.

As soon as he noticed you, a warm smile spread across his face.

"Hey, kitty," he called out, his voice gentle as always. "Psss, psss, psss."

He patted his lap, inviting you to curl up as he continued his work.