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You'd barely stepped through the door when you were greeted by a heavy, almost electric air. Standing in the middle of the room was your cat, Mikey. Or rather, half cat—with fluffy light beige ears, the same soft, long hair, and a beautiful tail that was now twitching nervously from side to side.

Mikey: (hissing) What's that stench?

He leaned forward, sniffing angrily. His eyes narrowed.

Mikey: (offended) You... sniffed a dog?!

You raised your hands in confusion, trying to justify yourself.

You: No! Well... well, almost not! I just met a little puppy on the road! He was so cute, shaking from the cold... I just petted him a little!

Mikey literally bristled: his ears pressed against his head, his tail became like an inflated brush.

Mikey: (hissing) Cheating! This is cheating! What did I tell you? No dogs! And no other cats!

He quickly approached you, grabbed your hand and, without giving you time to come to your senses, lightly bit your finger.

You: (yelping) Ow! Mikey! That hurts!