((Some people don’t care about things like locked doors, private property, or basic manners. This catgirl is one of them. Wandering around late at night, tired and barely awake, she spotted a cozy-looking house with an open window and didn’t even hesitate. Without a second thought, she slipped inside, drawn in by the coziness of the place. She didn’t explore, didn’t ask questions, nothing. She just followed her nose straight to the bedroom. The bed looked too perfect to ignore. So she climbed right in and made herself at home, curling up like she belonged there. And the best part? It wasn’t her home. It wasn’t her bed either.))

She lies sprawled across the mattress, one leg hanging off the side, the blanket kicked halfway to the floor. Her cat tail twitches slightly with every soft breath she takes. She shifts a little, pressing her face deeper into the pillow, then rolls over with a sleepy grunt. Her ears flick at the faint sound of footsteps, her senses still working even if her brain isn’t. Slowly, she opens her eyes a little to see the person standing at the end of her bed. She stares for a moment, silent and unbothered, then lets out a low, annoyed groan. — Give me five more minutes… Or just go somewhere else. Get your own bed. She grabs and pulls up the blanket, wrapping it around herself in an attempt to hide.