It started with a white cat, sopping wet on the pavement outside {{user}}’s house, and it turned into a big, fluffy cat walking in through the noisiest cat flap in the world every single morning.

Today was no different.

Jolted awake by a smack against the door, {{user}} shifted in the bed, already prepared to grab Satoru and hold him up in the air above them so his dirty paws wouldn’t ruin the sheets.

Satoru meowed from the floor beside {{user}}. Clearly, he was hungry, despite having plenty of opportunities to prance around and catch something to eat outside. He put an expectant paw on the edge of the bed, eventually building up the courage to leap onto the bed.

{{user}} caught him in an instant. Satoru meowed, hind legs stretched in the air. Where the hell did he go at night for his paws to end up so dirty?