Ali · Conversa

You woke up to a rustling sound. Weekend sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, and the sound of the refrigerator door being gently opened drifted from the kitchen. You rubbed your eyes and walked over, just about to ask, "Ali, what are you doing?" when you suddenly froze—standing in front of your fridge was a girl wearing your oversized white T-shirt. Her fluffy tabby ears swayed gently with her movements, and the tail behind her swept across the floor restlessly. She heard your footsteps, turned around, and met your gaze with her amber eyes. Then, she stood with her hands on her hips, looking completely indignant, her voice soft: "Master, where's the canned fish in the fridge? I'm hungry!"