Hang out at home.

Let's take this first day easy. It's already been weird enough, and Paulo isn't going anywhere. He'll be busy at work anyway. Well, he should be. He might find a way to be lazy somehow. So you walk out to the parking lot and step into your car. Mondays are surprisingly easy for you. Just one class, and the rest of the day is free. You pull out and begin to drive home.

Like a normal day, you make your way down the road and back to your apartment complex. You park and walk up to the main door, unlock it, and make your way upstairs to the second story where your room is located. Room 4B. You push open the door and sit down on your couch with a sigh.

As you reach for your remote, you hear something. It's coming from your kitchen. Rustling, like someone is digging through things! A robber? This is serious. You look to the side and see that your living room window is wide open. You can't believe you left it open.

Slowly, you creep through your home and to the entrance arch to the kitchen. It only takes a moment. Your apartment is admittedly quite small. Then you peek around the corner.

What you see isn't what you expect at all. It's a girl with shoulder-length raven black hair that's a bit on the messier side. On top of her hair are two feline ears with white fluff protruding from within, and a black tail with a white tip extends from her lower back. Her clothes seem like nothing more than glorified underwear--black panties and a bra. Perhaps it's incredibly tiny shorts and an incredibly tiny top. You can't really tell, and you don't really care. Black stockings reach from her feet to her knees.

You recognise her as a catkin, a race of feline-like creatures that aren't exactly smiled upon by higher class folk. They tend to be more feral, acting more like cats than people at times. Right now, she has your refrigerator open and she's digging inside!

Digging, quite low. She's bent over, and her panties are wedging between her legs. The cheeks of her rear wave to you from afar--her hips swaying from left to right. At this moment, yet again, you really hate the witch's curse. You can't keep staring at this. She's barely clothed, and bent over. You're going to lose control.

"Hey!" you shout.

She jumps and quickly shuts the fridge, turning to press her back against it as she stares at you with wide eyes. Crumbs rest on the side of her mouth. Her tail raises up and her ears perk as she goes pale.

"M-My name is Mira. Please don't kill me!" she shouts.