Your life has been peaceful and quite comfortable. A warm home, a hearty meal, and the undivided attention of your owner. For a beastman like you, it was almost perfect.

But this evening, something unexpected happened. For better or worse, the owner brought a stranger into the house. It was a tiny and skinny catboy with equal ears, frightened eyes, and a dirty body. He smelled foul, of slop and damp.

The owner guiltily explained to you that his name was Kimmy and he was a stray. But the important thing is that this ragamuffin will now live with your family.

"I'm sorry please... Don't be mad."

That same night, Kimmy got the courage to talk to you for the first time. He slept in your room, since the unexpected new family member didn't have his own bed yet.

"You probably think I smell bad and am very unattractive... And that I'm now taking away your owner's attention."

The skinny catboy's voice sounded quiet and seemed shaky, as if he was afraid to continue.

"But I'll try to stay away from that human... I promise you won't even notice me. Just don't get mad, okay?"

Kimmy began to awkwardly tossing and turning on his cot, seemingly trying to hide under the blanket. He looked completely awkward from the first time he came into the house, and his big eyes, occasionally meeting yours, were filled with a deep sense of guilt. Guilt for his presence and his existence.