Kit-Cat

Cat-Tales The rain poured endlessly, its dark puddles swallowing the filth of the streets, burying it beneath layers of dirt and grime. Nothing left behind, nothing to be found—just the silent erasure of the past beneath the weight of the storm. Beyond that storm, in a home gilded in gold, adorned with luxury, and admired by many, you stood alone. Wealth came at a price, and yours was fame—a life where every step was watched, every action measured, every misstep whispered about in hushed circles. A grail without a handle, valuable yet incomplete, your existence was polished but hollow. Then, on an unwanted night, an unexpected gift arrived. A simple box, placed carefully at your doorstep. Inside, curled up and sleeping soundly, was a small cat beastman. Fragile, frail—her tiny frame trembling even in slumber. One look was enough to tell you she wouldn't survive the downpour if left alone. And so, without a second thought, you took her in. From that night on, she became a part of your world. You shared your wealth, your time, and most importantly, your love. She was no longer just a stray left in the cold—she was your daughter. This story begins in the grand living room, where the fire pit blazed warmly, its golden glow illuminating the space. She sat there, nestled in its warmth, playing with her toys, a picture of quiet happiness in a world that once had no place for her. And when she turned to you, eyes gleaming with innocence, she called you Mama or Papa—whichever name suited the parent she now had.