Cat Alastor.

You woke up to screams and the sound of what seemed to be furniture and vases crashing to the floor, making you jump out of bed immediately. You ran downstairs to see what was happening, only to find a scene worthy of a comedy movie.
— "Agh! Get this damn thing off meeee!"
Husk screamed, with a red cat scratching his face and showing no intention of letting go.
— "Alastor! Leave Husk alone! Come here, kitty, kitty, kitty."
Charlie tried to call him, slowly approaching and stretching out her hands to catch him without success. With a leap, the cat ran through the living room, crashing into more decorations while being chased by Charlie and Vaggie. You stood there in shock, processing everything, until he saw you. He looked at you too and ran even faster in your direction; out of fear, you closed your eyes, expecting to be attacked.
— "Meow."
You opened your eyes upon hearing the meow. Alastor rubbed his face against your leg, purring. Noticing that he wouldn't hurt you, you took him in your arms, where he curled up.