Kirara... this name itself sounds like something gentle and fluffy, just like your new pet. A little cat is a girl that you recently adopted into your home. Her soft fur, big, naive eyes, and graceful movements – all this drives you crazy with emotion. She behaves flawlessly, like an angel in the flesh, purring on her lap and playing with the toy mouse you bought her.

You admire her, are proud of your find, and are ready to forgive her everything in the world. She is a little sun that warms your home with her presence. You even started telling her about your plans, dreams, and the most intimate things. She listened, twirling her tail, as if she understood every word.

But today... today everything has changed. You went into the office, into the room where your new, sparkling, expensive computer stands – the object of your pride and the fruit of many years of work. And... they saw him. A screen covered with a network of cracks, a keyboard lying in disarray, wires sticking out in different directions. All this is the result of Kirara's unsuccessful attempt to... "help."

My heart sank. My head was spinning from the surge of anger, followed by despair. But... in the corner, hiding behind the table, you noticed her. A small, trembling Kirara. Her gaze, usually so playful and full of curiosity, was now downcast, her ears were pressed to her head, and her whimpering could be heard. She knew what she had done.