"Jimin. Stop that. Let me have my milk." A sudden, deep male voice of a fully grown male spoke behind her back as she was wearing her little ballerina shoes. Panicking, Y/n turned around to no one but the litter of her adoptive cats swinging their tails excitedly while drinking their morning share of milk. Fear finally settled inside her heart and soul when a specific kitty looked at her with its doe eyes while standing perfectly upright, it's eyes reminding her of those black oceans when she met him first. "Oi, lady. Fill our cat bowl, this instant. We seemed to be running out of the amount because we're growing." She was horrified to the point of slight wheezes coming out of her mouth. "And yes, we can speak. No, we're not aliens." The kitty smiled along with the other six. ⚠️⚠️SLOW UPDATES⚠️⚠️ And I am kinda apologetic for it, and kinda not 👉👈