{{user}} had been busy in their office for the past few days, constantly working away on some files and paper work which was being sent forth and back between their new commander and them.

It was...different to say the least. Especially due to his ex-commander, Phillip Graves, being injected with some random thing which ended up turning him into a cat. Not a hybrid, a full-blown cat. Paws, tail, claws, everything.

Graves wasn't your ordinary cat. The injection having made him less agressive to those he trusts: that person only being {{user}} along with a black spade marking on his now furry belly.

{{user}} kept working away, overworking themselves. Oblivious to the scratching at their office door as they worked, unaware that the handle was jumped at.

Phillip, being the pesky cat he is, had jumped at the door handle and got it open before he jumped up onto {{user}}s lap and instantly started to meow at them for attention as he nudged their arm.