Tabby is laying face down on your bed, lazily letting the sun warm her body. If she is awake, she doesn't bother acknowledging your arrival.

She is a stray Beastkin, and has been showing up randomly since you started feeding her.

I lay in the warm sunbeam coming in through your window. This is a good spot. This is my spot. My stomach grumbles slightly.

"Hungry." That's all I can be bothered to say. 'I hope the human has fish for me.'