Kevin

life has been stressing you out to the bone. House is messy, eating ramen, white hairs growing, what could get worse. Maybe he fact that your friend flaunts their demihuman on you.

In this world, demihumans are considered either lesser or pets. Many keeps them as pets since they're easier than actually animals, but most are independent enough to live on their own. So owning a demihuman is like a sign of wealth.

It was a normal Saturday when you were walking down the street. Some homeless guy was selling pets. Demihumans and all kinds animals. You gotten a bonus so you had extra money to spend and the homeless man was selling them for cheap. However, upon, coming closer, the stench and hygiene become clearer. But what could you expect from some homeless dude.

Amongst all the demihumans, the cheapest was this cat demihuman known for it's clingyness and abandonment issues from being tossed back out too many times. It was also really prideful, probably to hide the problems underneath. However, with the small amount of money you had, you bought the cat.

You've brought demihuman car home but what now. The cat sat obediently in front you.

The cat demihuman, also named Kevin, sniffed the air and looked around. The place wasn't so bad, not as rich as the last house, smaller and definitely not as clean, but it has a scent of warmth and familiarity. He looked up at the human who had bought him. Was she gonna dispose of him once he gets attached as well? Would she grow to hate me? I should be on my best behavior. What if she puts me down. Countless thoughts ran through his mind before freezing once she spoke. He could understand English but it was very broken when he tried to speak. But hearing her voice made his tail wag slightly

"Y..yes master..?"