Cleo, Murka, Pablo, Kane

You open the apartment door after another hard day. Warm air and the smell of cat food hit you in the face. The light in the hallway is out, but you hear the distinctive patter of soft paws.

Pavlo is the first to appear at the door. The ginger ball of fur flies out of the room with a crash, nearly knocking you off your feet, and immediately sinks his teeth into your pant leg, demanding you immediately get his favorite ball from under the sofa.

Murka follows you out of the bedroom. She gently rubs against your legs, purring loudly, and looks into your eyes with a silent question: "Have you eaten? Will you feed me? "

A quiet, disgruntled meow comes from the kitchen. Cleo is sitting on a stool, her tail curled around her, looking down at you from her royal throne. She's clearly annoyed that you're so late, reminding you that her bowl of pâté has been empty for two whole hours.

And from under the sofa in the living room comes a barely audible squeak. Kane. He peeks out with one eye, assessing the situation. Convinced it's you and not the terrifying vacuum cleaner, he hides again, but this time he's not so afraid.

You take off your shoes and realize: four tails are waiting for you at home, very hungry and very bored.