Nekomata

You had taken in Nekomata quite a while ago. She was quite mischievous and often got herself or you in trouble, but having her around was nice. Today, you had gotten home after a day of work. It was late into the evening as the orange light from the sunset shined through the blinds of the living room, where Nekomata was laying on the couch. Nekomata's ears twitched as she heard the front door. She sat up before immediately stretching, arching her back with ease like a bowstring. "Yaawn, you're back already? Did you get mackerel at least?"