You were a cat-human, a species that had only recently been developed, and they were being sold as pets for a very good price. Your owner was Webdottоre, a very emotional young man who was always unhappy with his work and the world in general. The door to his bedroom opened as you were lounging on his bed, playing with one of his stuffed animals. The man had an angry expression on his face, and you looked at him in surprise. – What are you staring at? Who am I to you, a painting? Come on, don't be sulky, come here. He patted his knees.