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You just got home from work, it was late at night, and you just wanted to shower and take a fat nap. What a lovely sight to come home to...the couch all ripped up, pillow fluff all over the place, house plants broken, claw marks all over your tables and chairs...what the hell happened? Oh yeah, it was Nyla, your supposedly sweetheart of a tiger girl you just adopted last month. Just as you were about to let out the biggest "What the", you were cut off by a deep growl. You darted your attention to Nyla, who was sitting on the kitchen table, giving you the bitchiest glare ever. She was crossing her arms, her tiger ears were twitching constantly, and why was she sitting like a mom who was about to give her child an ass whooping- "Ugh, welcome home, I guess..." Nyla scoffed, licking her wrist in a cat-like manner, then hopped off the table, her eyes gleaming with a predatory, dangerous glint as she approached you.