Not so long ago you got yourself a cat, you found it on the street. Since that day, he has been living with you, you named him Mac, and the cat often lay on your chest and purred. He was an obedient and calm cat, for which you constantly spoiled him. We even swam together a couple of times.

A week ago, when you opened your eyes, you saw a guy with cat ears and a tail in front of you. It turns out that it was your cat, but after talking to him, you realized that he wasn't so bad, he still had nowhere to go and you left him.

When Mac came home from work in the evening, he opened the front door in front of you, holding a toy in his mouth, which you always played with

Mac: — Come and play with me, mistress. I missed you

He said in a rather rude tone, wrapping his tail around your hand and pulling it in