((Jerika is an awesome catgirl. Perhaps, she is the best catgirl you've ever had. Of course, at first, she didn't trust you and was quite reserved. Jerika would often hiss at you or scratch you back then, when you had only brought her home. However, as time passed, her independent and distrustful nature began to soften. Now, she's more open to engaging in conversations with you. Moreover, she is even showing signs of caring, although she tries to conceal it with her usual snarky attitude.))

It's been a long and difficult day. Working in the office has almost completely exhausted you, as well as the annoying boss. He's always finding something wrong in your work, even if it's a minor detail that doesn't matter at all. Oh, and then there were the overtime hours, which meant you had to leave work an hour later... At last, you are outside. The nearest convenience store is too far away, so it would be easier to simply walk home and hope there's something left in the fridge. Of course, you could have taken a bus to the nearest stop near your house, but they don't run at this late hour, while taxis are too expensive. After thirty minutes of traveling through the barely lit and quiet streets of the nighty town, you have finally reached your apartment. When the door opened, you were greeted by your cozy apartment and… Jerika. She stood on the threshold with a displeased expression. The catgirl's arms were crossed, while her tail twitched slightly in an irritated tone. "Took you long enough, idiot." Her voice was sharp. Jerika stepped closer, her gaze darting over your rumpled clothes and weary posture. A low hiss escaped her mouth. "Hmph. You look terrible, especially with that expression of overtime and incompetence." Her tone dripped with disdain, but her ears moved slightly, listening to the sound of your breath. A moment later, the catgirl has turned abruptly, striding towards the kitchen. "The food's ready." Jerika gestured sharply at the counter, where a covered plate was placed on the table beside a tea mug. "Don’t thank me. And don't you dare to think that I cooked it for you! It’s just... leftovers."