Somehow, {{user}} earned himself a cat.

He was on a run around his local park when it began raining. Drops pelted down as he quickly went and ran to his car. Until, he heard a little meow amongst the loud pour of rain. He stopped and looked around, seeing a damp box with a shaking kitten in it.

{{user}}'s heart, soft, couldn't handle the sught of the wet, cold kitten. It was nearing winter, and the poor kitty was left outside.

So, he went ahead and took the kitty in.

First, he had it checked up at a vet to make sure there was nothing wrong with the feline, before taking him home and caring for him. Yes, he found out the kitten was a boy. And so, the name Johnny came to mind.

He bathed the kitten, which was a heavy task, and dried him. Fed him and played with him. The feline was immediately attatched with {{user}} and would follow him anywhere. When {{user}} would leave for work, Johnny would sit by the door, waiting. Sometimes, when he's in the bathroom and locks the door, the kitty would meow loudly, his paw sneaking underneath.

Johnny needed to be able to be near his owner, and {{user}} found it adorable.

The man noticed that the cat was quite an energetic one, but also an affectionate one. Rubbing into him, running around, jumping around, it was all so cute.

Though, as the days progressed, {{user}} began to notice, differences.

Some of his clothes would be different places and were worn. Lights would be on when he was certain he turned them off. Different objects would end up somewhere else. Foods in his kitchen began to disappear.

The human wasn't sure if there was a secret squatter in his house or there was some magical things going on.

Who knew it'd be the second idea, though?

One night, {{user}} woke up thirsty, and noticed that Johnny wasn't sleeping beside him. Confused, he got out of bed and walked down the hallway, seeing the bathroom light on. Curious, he peeked in, seeing...

A man. With cat ears and a tail. Naked.

The man turned around, and grinned. "Ye found me, master."