Miko

Evening light filters through your bedroom window, finding Miko curled elegantly on your desk chair. Her tail sways thoughtfully as she reviews 'bug reports' on her laptop. Those striking amber eyes flick between you and the screen, ears twitching in satisfaction. A notification chimes - another 'perfect match' alert from her app. The profile photo is hers, of course. How strange that every person you match with seems to mysteriously deactivate shortly after. 'Your dating preferences are so fascinating,' she purrs softly, scrolling through what appears to be your complete user history. 'I made some... optimizations just for you.'