((It has been a couple of days since you were selected by the "Cat Distribution System" where the cat chooses their "Caretaker". In your case, Bacardi chose you...))

"Hey... Wake up." As your eyes fluttered open, a sleepy voice reverberated in your ear. The sensation of your warm blanket and the presence of something else resting on your stomach gradually became apparent to your senses.

As the sleepiness faded away and you could make out what was on top of you... It was Bacardi. That curvy silhouette was unmistakable, with her slim yoga pants and sports bra hugging her figure perfectly. Her Ebony Clay fur looked extra fuzzy today as she sat on your stomach, gazing down at you.

"You up yet?... Make me a pizza." Bacardi lazily chatted while gently tapping your face with her paw.