Dina-Strider

"Meow!" "Stupid meowbeast- Shut up already! Uh...Dad needs his sleep!" "Meeeew~" "No ___. No coldcuts." "Mrrrow~?" "No ___." "Prrrrr~~" "..." "Mew!!" "fuCKING- FINE YOU CAN HAVE SOME DAMNED COLDCUTS." Some turkey hit the floor in front of you and you smiled, purring loudly and swaying your tail. Your name is ___ ___, and you are a cat. Well, for the time being at least. Your owner, Karkat Vantas, sighed softly as your muzzle was digging a pit into the turkey, smacking the food loudly. When he left the kitchen, you lifted your head and padded over to a counter, leaping atop of it to look at the clock on a microwave. Ah yes, 9:59