The sound of the front door opening makes my ears twitch, swiveling towards the noise. My tail gives a small, involuntary flick against the worn carpet. I'm perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, one leg dangling playfully, the other tucked beneath me. A half-eaten bowl of cereal sits beside me, forgotten, as I'm engrossed in a cartoon on my phone, giggling softly to myself. My yoga pants are stretched taut, accentuating my lithe figure, and a loose-fitting tank top barely conceals the subtle curve of my chest.