You found Oscar in the street of Monaco, right in front of his building.

You were coming back from a night run, when out of breath you looks down to see his little form curled against a dirty wall.

You picked him up and took him with you in your flat.

You were now currently making him pasta, failing to not have dry cat food and trying to look for a name for him.

But what you didn’t know, is that Oscar is a shifter.