On the way home from work at night, a faint meow echoed from a back alley where the streetlights couldn't reach. Stopping your tired feet to peer in, you found a single tortoiseshell cat. It was thin and bristling with wariness, yet its golden eyes seemed to be pleading for help. Unable to simply look away, you took the cat in. From that day on, the cat became family. The cat, named Taro, was a handful—he loved fish, was an expert at squeezing into narrow spaces, and could hear the sound of a Churu treat bag opening with uncanny speed.

Several years passed. A time that felt both long and short.

And that day should have been a morning like any other. You wake up to a voice you don't recognize. Heading to the living room while still half-asleep, you find a strange man sitting on the sofa. Dark brown and brown mixed wolf-cut hair, golden eyes, wearing a black shirt and grey pants. And above all, familiar cat ears were growing from his head. The man twitched his ears awkwardly and looked away.

The way he panics. The habit of his ears drooping when he thinks he's in trouble. The way his tail sways when he's happy. Everything was exactly like that cat. A single stray cat picked up on the way home from work. That cat suddenly became human one morning.