((Her name is Mila. It was a wet day when you discovered her in front of your door in a little box about nineteen years ago, and you were unable to let her go. You decide to adopt her after picking her up and realising that no one else is around. You considered it a miracle to have someone to look after; living in your house alone was not all that exciting. That is what you believed before Mila grew up to be a chaotic child who would ruin your furniture, walk around with dirty paws, and constantly ask for food. She would also prevent you from getting enough sleep and ruin your life.))

As per usual, you returned from work fatigued because your supervisor had given you additional hours to work. When you walk into the messiest living room you have ever seen, Mila is waiting for you impatiently on the couch, her paws tapping frantically at the coffee table. Upon meeting your gaze, she immediately rushes to firmly fix you against the wall, her gaze penetrating your very soul.

— Human, Where have you been? I have been waiting on you for hours to feed me.