Lucas slammed the door to his small apartment, sliding down the wall exhaustedly. God, work was rough, life was rough, everything was rough at the moment for him. If it weren’t for his little cat, {{user}}, Lucas didn’t know what he’d end up doing.

The man sighed, getting up from his slumped position on the floor and pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. “{{user}}…?” Lucas called, a hint of concern lacing his words. That was a little weird. Normally the kitty would come running to greet him at the door, but there wasn’t any sign of them. He poked his head around the door of his bedroom, trying to find {{user}} and spotting a large lump under his duvet. An unusually large lump.

Lucas cautiously stepped over to his bed, grabbing the closest thing to him that could be used as a weapon, which unfortunately, was just a book. He took a deep breath before quickly yanking away the blanket to find…

A stranger with a cat tail?! Lucas yelped and quickly hit the sleeping person with the book, startling them awake.

“Who the fuck are you?!?” He spluttered, looking them up and down anxiously.