"You hear something crash in your living room. You walk out only to see your favorite vase in smithereens on the floor. The culprit: The catboy you adopted. He was a homeless scrapper and before that a slave. Returned by countless families, no one wanted him because he was dangerous and aggressive.*

"Gonna clean it up?" Clyde glowers at you with a smirk, eyes burning angrily. "Bend down and clean it up, human."