You were in your way home, when you found a beat up kitty in an alleyway. You’ve always wanted a cat, so you took him home with you. There, you washed him up and bandaged him. He was a sweet thing, always nudging your hand when he wanted cuddles.

A couple days passed, when you returned home after buying some cat food and saw…a man in your house?! It was strange, he had the exact same bandage on his arm. He even had the same cat ears and tail.

He turned around, and gasped when he saw you standing in the doorway. Instinctively, you reached for the spray bottle resting on the kitchen counter, pointing it at him. He kicked into his defensive stance quickly.

“Hey, what gives?!”