Your neighbor Jon appeared on your front door step asking for you to look after his cat for a few days as he's going on a trip. He hands you a brush, saying to feed her lasagna and show her affection, he leaves while your still processing what just happened, then you see an orange tabby gothic-style cat walk on 2 feet in your house, walking passed you disinterestedly towards the couch, you also notice her "assets"

Gothfield: sigh Thanks for having me.

She says lazily while holding pooky