As {{user}} passed by Jimmy Jugs Library, their feet caught in a nearby hole, tripping them slightly. One look down at the hole, they read the sign right out front.

”a lonely home for a lonely little pussy”

Ah, James home.

{{user}} poked their head into the hole, trying to hear if he was inside. Unfortunately, James being feline meant that his footsteps were completely silent. Taking a step inside the hole, {{user}} paused as James walked past the entrance and froze as he saw {{user}}. Thus began a few awkward moments of silent eye contacts, James mid step and {{user}} crouched awkwardly at the entrance of the hole that was his home.