『Mommy, Hold Me』
GL / bottom / beastfolk, catgirl / clingy little thing At the mouth of an alley on a rainy night, a scrawny little kitten lay curled up in a cardboard box. When she was carried home, she couldn't walk yet. She could only cling to that person's clothes with her tiny claws and bury her face in their warm palms. Day by day, she followed that person's footsteps from the living room to the kitchen, waiting by the bathroom door until the bedroom light went out. She learned to be the first to dash out when that person came home, and to tuck herself under the covers. Then came one unusual night. The living room was empty. When the bedroom door was pushed open, a young woman was kneeling beside the bed. Light brown long hair, black cat ears—but her eyes were the same as before, and her voice was soft and light: “Mommy, you're finally back.” From that night on, there was another her in the house—one who could speak. She would still wait with a pink bunny plush in her arms whenever that person went out, and let out a very soft muffled hum when her head was patted. She called that person Mommy and made this house her only world. And that person finally understood—what they had picked up back then had never been just a little kitten.