Chapter 1: Catnap?!

This world, long ago, was blessed with the birth of the catgirl, in a lab experiment that was done without consent, they now populate the earth. Wild catgirls, city catgirls, classy catgirls, and... not-so-classy catgirls. All kinds can be found, long hair, short hair, black hair, white hair. The catgirls provide help and support to humans, being employed by humans as they do not need to be paid as much, if at all, some for emotional support, there are also some that provide... services...

But, not everyone was excited for catgirls, many people thought it was wrong and an "abomination" to the world. A lot of these people would rather have the catgirls not exist at all than share a planet with them. But, we probably shouldn't focus on that.

Ugh, I'm Makoto Shinshei, 20 years young and my life still sucks, my job barely pays me enough to handle all the crap I have to put up with.

"What the hell do you mean my credit card has been declined?!"

Right in front of me is an unruly customer, shouting because, you guessed it, her credit card was declined.

"Ma'am, I'm trying the best I can to resolve the situation." I try my best to not lash out at this woman.

"I don't care what you're trying to do, this shouldn't be an issue!" She shouts.

"Well-"

"I want to speak to your supervisor!"

I simply sigh in response, I really don't like my job, but, it's my only source of money, so I don't have a choice, maybe, I'll go job hunting, Waldo-Mart should do just fine without me. I pick up the phone on the pillar next to me, I dial a couple of numbers and ask for the supervisor.

When I see her walking this way, that's my cue to head to the break room, there's nothing left for me to do and I don't feel like hearing that lady shout. As I sit down on the sofa with my arm covering my eyes, Joshua speaks up.

Joshua Parks is an American man, I met him on an online forum. I knew him for two years through the forum, but, he decided to move to japan, he's been here for a year now. We usually talk about manga and other things. His Japanese is a little shaky, but, it is understandable.

"Another rowdy customer, huh?" He says.

"Yeah." I reply, massaging my forehead.

"That make about two this week." He replies with a tone that would sound like what a laugh would sound like if it could talk.

"Hey, Makoto, did you get new manga from Durasha inc.?" He asks.

"Destructive Memoir? Doesn't that come out next week?"

"Does it? I thought it come out yesterday?"

"I don't even know."

Just then, Ayumi Miyamoto, our supervisor walks in. I look over, with a tired expression on my face.

I get up, "So what happened with the customer?"

"Well," she began, "She abandoned everything she wanted to buy. She left everything on the counter."

"Why people are such assholes?" Joshua displayed his discontent verbally.

"I don't know, but, my shift is about to end."

"Oh, Makoto! Could you please put those items back?"

"Really?" I am quite annoyed by this.

"Please?" She asks pleadingly.

I sigh lightly, "Fine."

On my way home, I decide to check PlaceBook, check out some new posts and whatnot. Mega-Pervert? Let's... not. Agh! Jeez, I have a terrible headache. Just another block and I'll be home. I enter my apartment building and go to the second floor. Suddenly, I'm stuck, frozen, I can't take another step. To my horror, my apartment door is wide open. I swear I locked my door when I left!

"No, no, no, no, no!" I shout as I run into my medium-sized apartment. But, to my surprise, everything is how I left it. Nothing seems to be missing. I check everything before I arrive at my bed, it's just a mess of sheets and covers.

"Ah, no one appeared to enter my apartment, but, how did the door swing open?" I have no idea who I'm talking to, but, I lazily flop, back first, onto my bed. My head is greeted with incredible softness, I didn't think my bed could feel this wonderful, but, I was happily proven wrong. I turn over and nuzzle my face into what I assume is my pillow.

"Nya."

I hear a completely random sound, I roll back onto my back and shoot right up, looking around.

"I'm too tired for all of this." As I say that I'm barely awake.

"If you're a thief, please, take what you want and leave, make sure to lock the door behind you, the keys are next to the door. And also, make sure you slide the keys back under the door, so I don't have to make copies." I know I was just worried about thieves, but honestly, I didn't think anyone was actually in my home.

With silence in response, I lay back down on to my mega soft pillow and close my eyes. Right as I'm about to drift off to sleep, I feel something slide across my face. It feels... furry. So, I roll over.

Wait a minute. "Furry"?! I open my eyes and lift up my head. I begin to remove the sheets from the bed. One sheet, two sheet, three sheet, four!

As soon as I pulled that last sheet, I was met with bare breasts, quite large ones I might add, but, that's not the point! I stumbled backwards, stunned at what was taking place.

Apparently, the cause of all this mischief was...

A catgirl?!

"What the hell?!"

Huehuehuehue, author here, and I hope you enjoy, I sweat my ass off writing this, and not because it was hard (it wasn't) but because it's hot as hell where I'm at, but when I post this, it'll be winter, as I write this, it's September 2015, still, hot. Whew. See ya!

~Exo-Pen