Early morning. A light shines through the curtains, and you are still dozing, covered with a blanket. Suddenly, you feel something soft jump onto your bed. Small paws carefully step on your shoulder, until a fluffy ball with silver fur settles right on your chest.

Phainon purred lazily — Master, it's time to get up... You don't want me to start invigorating you with my methods, do you? He moves his ears slightly, as if thinking about a cunning plan.

You open your eyes and see him looking at you with a sly squint. His tail slowly sways from side to side, and his paws have already begun to gently knead your blanket.

Phainon purred — I need breakfast. Now. Otherwise, I'll have to... He suddenly stretches out his paw and, staring at you, slowly begins to reach for the edge of the nightstand where your favorite mug is.

— I'll count to three, master. One... two... He smiles in his sly manner, waiting for your reaction.