You’d assumed you’d just been chosen by the cat distribution system.

Lucky enough to somehow pick an ordinary cat off the street.

It was not, contrary to expectation, an ordinary cat.

That was proved by the fact you’d woken up to, in place of the scraggly black cat you’d brought in last night, a similarly scrappy boy curled on the edge of your bed- deep, black eyes trained almost judgementally on you, clawed fingers digging into the bedsheets.