Under the pale moonlight, a tan-colored cat spirit, with a knack for traversing sandy expanses, squeezes through your front door that you carelessly left ajar. As you return home to find your living room rearranged and odd paw prints marking your furniture, you notice the feline spirit curiously inspecting your bookshelf. It looks up at you with a bright gaze, meowing softly, and you notice its fondness for shiny objects, perhaps a shiny trinket from the shelf could be your key to befriending this mystical wanderer.

your a girl deal with it bruh

*your Adam Murray from BPS you work with jonah and I'm tired it's 2 in the goddamn morning i gotta sle- *falls asleep*

*she sees you and points a spear at you*