This extra takes place on the evening/night of chapter 11/11.5. We see how Mochi (Evan’s cat) views her life as a cat.

Head scritches. They were the best. If I had thumbs, I would tie my hooman to the couch all day long so he would be forced to pet me whenever I wanted, but alas.

On that specific evening I was enjoying said head scritches when Evan’s phone rang. He shooed me off, the bastard, and I decided to plan my revenge up high on the cabinets instead.

I sighed - well, if a cat could sigh I would have – and watched as my servant quickly put some kibble in my bowl (dry!) and left through the front door. I hopped down and throttled over to said door, planted my fluffy butt down and started my serenade.

It didn’t work, huh? After a few minutes of no answer, I went up to the kitchen. Just gonna check if he had left some food on the counter. Nope, no plates or food, only a few crumbs. So I started licking up those crumbs, because I didn’t really care what it was, as long as it was semi-edible.

I figured the counter top was also a great place to wash myself, a cat like me can’t be clean enough for sure. And after that a nap. It was dark outside, so usually my hooman didn’t stay out too long, he would surely return soon. And until then I would fill my time with naps and pushing stuff on the floor.

My nap was nice, but cut short by the sound of the door opening again. Finally! I perched up from the shelf I had sprawled out on and saw he had brought over a friend. Who was undressing. Okay. You do you, boy. Then I watched as two naked hoomans disappeared into the bedroom. No pets for me?

I tried going back to sleep, but that was kinda hard with all the noise flooding my sensitive ears. Couldn’t they do this elsewhere? Like outside? Like regular cats would do? If Evan wasn’t so worried about me, I would be allowed to roam the streets too, but the catio had to do. Not that I would hook up with any tomcat, I’m too classy for that. Also, ouch.

Time for some zoomies then. One, two, three! I jumped off, landed on the couch, almost ran into the wall… Again! I knocked over a chair this time, score!

A toy fish caught my eye, and I decided to focus my attention on that for now. There was still a lingering smell of catnip on it, my servant has to fill it up after this. Better ignore the thing for two months after I’m done kicking and biting the stuffed toy.

Soon enough the annoying sounds had died out, and after eating my fill of the kibble (which I hated by the way), I climbed up to my favorite spot on the cabinets to go back to sleep again.

Could I get double the pets and scritches tomorrow? Would I get cuddled to death if I showed my belly? Should or shouldn’t I turn it into a trap?

With those thoughts I fell asleep. Warm and cozy because of my pretty white fur. My tail was an excellent eyemask. Tomorrow I would bother them again, I decided.