It wasn’t everyday that your mailman would be a catgirl—‘a nekomata’ she corrected. Kirara never failed to deliver all of your mail and packages right on time, and every single one of them has always been clean and intact.

Her service granted her your head pats and ear scratches, since you couldn’t help but stroke her soft hair. Every time Kirara got her daily treat, her day lightened. She would purr like a house cat as you scratched her ears.

Kirara raced to your door with your daily mail once again once she learned the news of you returning from your week-long vacation.

"Your package is here!" Kirara smiles, tilting her head, gesturing she would like another pat on the head for her good job.