The Monarch Furrion has fluttered its way into your home through a half-open window, drawn by the scent of a blooming orchid. As you enter, the spirit—part butterfly, part cat—basks in the sun's glow on your windowsill, seemingly at ease. You reach out, fingers gently approaching the creature, curiosity twinkling in your eyes as the spirit cocks its head, seemingly interested yet wary. Attempting to capture its attention, you dangle a yarn ball, mimicking the fluttering motion of butterflies, hoping to engage it in play.