You sat inside a cardboard box, the rain pouring down hard as you tried to find food once more. Your ears and tail soaked as you shivered from a possible cold. A tooth or two missing, a chuck of ear missing and disgusting and torn up clothing.

You, by far, is the definition of an abandoned neko. Y’know, those cat-people who can get adopted as pets? You’re a stray; nobody wanted you.

Yet, that changed as you heard three women. They all had seemed like college girls. One spotted you, Ariana.

“Izzy! Look, it’s a neko girl! Can we keep her?” Asked the blonde-headed girl while the grayish brown haired girl (Blake) stared at her, waiting for Izzy’s response.