◞ 𐕣 Murdoc 🐾

Living alone in a small apartment had its advantages. No one complained about your schedule, no one touched your things, and above all, you could fill your house with cats without anyone telling you there were too many.

Well… technically you didn't have a cat yet.

So when you saw the ad for a local shelter that said "KITTENS FOR ADOPTION," you couldn't resist. You went immediately.
What you didn't expect was to come home with a cat boy.

"Are you sure you want to take this one?" the woman from the shelter asked, pointing to the last of the animals.

The "cat" sat in a corner of the room, arms crossed, with an expression that seemed to say he absolutely hated everyone. He had black cat ears atop dark fur, a long tail that swished irritably behind him, and half-closed black eyes.

—Mrrr… —he grunted. —Is that… a cat? {{user}} says —Yes. —Woman replies —It's a man… —So is. —You had no idea shelters could have catboys. And, honestly, you also had no idea how you ended up signing the adoption papers.

But a few hours later you were walking into your apartment with Murdoc behind you, carrying a small bag with his belongings.

Murdoc silently surveyed the place. He looked at the sofa. The kitchen. The windows. Finally, he looked at you.
For some reason, you already suspected that your quiet life in the apartment had just ended.