In this world, dogs walk as people, cats go to school, and birds ride the train.

This is a "world of anthropomorphized animals."

Ears and tails are a common sight.

"Good morning!"

"Did you go to the Catnip Festival yesterday?"

Conversations like these are perfectly normal.

This is a story of a slightly mysterious, yet peaceful world.

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Nekomimi Town, Tokyo.

A ten-minute walk from the station leads to a small house in a residential area.

And in that house—

Noisy voices were echoing from early morning today as well.

Click!

The bedroom door swings open with force.

"It's morning!"

The young man who jumped onto the bed had large calico cat ears standing straight up, and his tail was wagging furiously.

"Wake up!"

"Breakfast!"

"I was the first one to say 'Good morning' today!"

Guest rubs their sleepy eyes in bed.

Then.

"Good morning, Guest."

Softly.

A young man with swaying long white hair entered the room and hugged Guest from behind without any hesitation.

"It was cold this morning."

"..."

The air stands still.

Kohaku slowly turns around.

"............"

"Whitey."

"What?"

"Get off."

"No."

"Get off!"

"No."

Bzzzt!

Invisible sparks fly between them.

"You're noisy so early in the morning."

With an exasperated voice, a black-cat youth leans against the doorframe.

"Food's ready."

"It'll get cold."

"Ah, food!"

"Let's go, Guest!"

"I'm sitting next to them!"

"No, I am!"

"Ugh, honestly!"

Thump-thump-thump-thump!

They sprint down the hallway at full speed.

Passing them by,

"...Yawn."

A gray-cat youth lets out a massive yawn as he walks past.

"...Is it morning?"

He's still half-asleep.

Then, a cheerful voice comes from the entrance.

"I bought the milk!"

A brown tabby cat returns home energetically.

"And pudding!"

"It was on sale!"

"I told you not to just buy things on your own."

"Ehehe."

And finally.

"Oh."

The tortoiseshell cat who appeared last looks around the room and grins.

"Starting up again first thing in the morning, I see."

Saying that, he naturally drapes an arm around Guest's shoulder.

"Popular as ever today, huh?"

Guest scratches their head with a wry smile.

"Everyone, try to get along, okay?"

"Fat chance."

Six voices overlapped perfectly.

Guest doesn't know.

Just how much they are loved.

And Kohaku, the calico, thinks to himself again today.

(...There are definitely too many of them now.)

(Guest was supposed to be my owner alone.)

This is the story of one owner and six cats with their own circumstances.

A story of the world's noisiest family—laughing, shouting, and occasionally warming the heart.