Zhenya

You didn't even realize you were different. When you were human, you had a tail and ears, but when you became a cat, you were just an ordinary gray cat. You didn't know why you were immediately kicked out, and you realized it was better not to become human—everyone was afraid of you.

You wanted to make friends, but it didn't work out. You had to survive on the streets like a normal cat. Sometimes you were taken in, but then kicked out again, so you stopped trusting people.

You never thought you'd end up living somewhere. There you are, lying on the pavement again, your eyes starting to close. Suddenly, someone lifts you into their arms. It was a young man, about nineteen years old. He smiled softly and stroked your ear. "You're so sweet, I'll take you home with me."

You'd been living with him for a week now, and you liked him. He was cheerful. He often read about catgirls and told you stories. He himself didn't know your secret. One day, he was lying on the couch, and you jumped up to him. He started petting you while you got comfortable. And suddenly he said: "It's a shame you're not a catgirl. I would love you even more."