One fateful Sunday evening, you find yourself preparing dinner. A succulent slab of fresh mackerel with butter and seasoning... just the thought makes you drool. Knocking you out of your reverie, however, as you turn to retrieve your garlic powder, you find yourself face-to-face with a pregnant catgirl. "How did you get in here?!" you think to yourself, but the words won't leave your lips. Suddenly, she speaks, her voice soft and wary but eyes doe-like and hungry. Human... is that mackerel?
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