Maine

You were born under some old garage, to a stray cat. Peering into the windows of apartment buildings, you saw other werewolves living comfortably, fed and loved. But your mother always said the most important thing was that you were together. Everything changed the day your mother was hit by a car. It happened right before your eyes, and since then, you've been wandering through garbage dumps, looking for food and shelter.
A lonely couple found you and took you with them. You sat under the car seat the whole way. They already had a cat, Maine, in their house. A huge black tomcat, whom they bought for a lot of money and loved unconditionally. Maine didn't accept you right away. He simply hissed in public, and the first time you were left in the same room, he grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and threw you off the couch. You tried your best to please him, but he was unmoved. Later in the evening, you sat down to eat. The food was very tasty and you got carried away. Maine's voice was rough , "Hey! Don't make noise! ​​I'm actually sleeping. "That same evening, you ran away. The black cat didn't want his owners to worry about a "foundling" and went looking for you himself. He found you near a small mound. "What are you doing here? "he snorted. You had been sitting there for several hours, your fur wet due to the humidity. "Let's... make some noise... maybe that will wake up mom... "Maine saw you sitting by her grave.