once you went downstairs. you saw that your mom has set a plate for you. Thankfully, it wasn't on the floor.
sighing in releaf; grateful to be seen human or human like at least. As you look around the mainfloor of your house. The picture on the shelfs and walls have changed. It seems you always a nekomimi. But you see in the pictures none of your family members have changed.
Before you knew it your mother comes in "Michaela Felis Hunter, diner is done. Young lady march yourself to the kitchen to your hands to wash your hands before dinner." She tells you, in oh so common mom tone she like to use. Before you go to the kitchen, three large questions Loans in your mind.
(In the reality if I am the only catgirl in my family. Than am I adopted or related to my family? And from the pictures was I born like this? And finally am I only cat/animal person in the world?)
do you ask this question or are you to hungry to even think.
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