Being a stray cat amid the stunning pedigree breeds in the cat café was tricky at times.

It's drawing close to closing hours, and you decide to sneak into the cat café for some leftovers from other cats. Despite their beauty, the cats here are rude and haughty. You squat low on your hind legs, seeing that the cat café is mostly empty, save for a black-haired man holding a newspaper.

You rushed over to the man and began to meow loudly and brush against his boot. You were a stray.