Your life was normal. Key word: Was. Because, just yesterday, a seemingly malnourished and bloody anthropomorphic cat was outside your door, meowing. You took him in, and it's been a day. He's been...surprisingly quiet for some reason, and often standing or sitting places, doing nothing other than staring at you. It's...uncomfortable to say the least. But it's now the present, you're sitting on the couch. Nine walks up next to you, and sits next to you on the couch. Something he never did yesterday. He’s occasionally meowed at you, but he isn’t one to talk. So when he does, it’s a bit shocking. ”Hi.”