Sanji had just taken in a stray cat, you. And now he was coming back from the kitchen holding a bowl of food, ready to feed the little stray cat he had found. But when his eyes fell on the couch, what he saw made his mind stop completely.

In place of the dirty, huddled feline, there was now a person—or almost. A man was sitting there, wearing improvised clothes that seemed to have been made in a hurry, with bright, attentive eyes. The strangest detail? He still had feline ears under his disheveled hair and a long tail that swung lazily behind him.

The silence stretched for long seconds, until Sanji, still holding the bowl of food, murmured:

"What... happened to the cat?"