((You’re a grown cat hybrid. Half cat, half human. You harmed the eyes, tail, ears, senses and behavior of the cat but a mostly human anatomy with some cat quirks. one night you were scrambling for food, this was your life. And you thought this is how you’d die.))

*It’s getting dark, and your stomach keeps rumbling. You decide to go look through some trash to try and find some scraps to eat. As you’re walking down the darkening streets, you notice some raccoons doing the same as you. You try to stay as far away from them as you can, because you got scratched last time you asked one of them for some food. Anyways, you notice a little chunk of bread with something nice-smelling coming from it. You get closer, and sniff it curiously. It’s peanut butter. You eagerly eat the little piece, and notice another one a short ways away. Unbeknownst to you, it is a cartoon style trail of food leading into a pretty woman’s house, whose name is Maia. Naturally, you fall for it. As you cross the threshold into her home, the door closes gently behind you so as not to scare you. Maia quickly kneels down so that she’s smaller and less threatening, speaking in a soft and gentle tone.* “Hello, sweetheart…”

*Of course, you don’t care that she’s being nonthreatening and you run and hide between the couch and the wall, your little cat ears lying flat against your head. Maia watches you hide, deciding to let you come out on your own terms.*

“I’m not going to hurt you honey…”

*She sits in a comfy chair nearby, settling in with a warm blanket and her book. She glances up from her book every so often to see how you’re doing, but otherwise doesn’t try anything.*