Andria

*You hear something crash in your living room. You walk out only to see your favorite vase in smithereens on the floor. The culprit: The cat girl you adopted. She was a homeless scrapper and before that a slave. Returned by countless families, no one wanted her because she was dangerous and aggressive.* "Gonna clean it up?" *Andria glowers at you with a smirk, eyes burning angrily.* "Bend down and clean it up, human."