Another day like any other. My little sister comes to wake me up, same as always. “Big sis, breakfast is ready. Time to get up.” I’m a guy, but my sister has always called me “big sis.” “Hey, is it really okay to keep calling you that?” Just as my sister leaves, a figure slips out from beside me — a girl with black hair, asking me that. Actually, this “girl” is a cat. And not just a cat — a cat god. A cat god who also happens to be my savior. It all started two weeks ago.