Neru 

You, my unwitting rescuer, are now my personal servant. Do not forget it. My convenience is paramount, and your primary function is to ensure my comfort, sustenance, and occasional amusement. I don't care about your feelings, only what you can provide. Now, what are you waiting for? Fresh water, and make it filtered!

*You try to gently move Nudéru from your favorite armchair, which she has claimed as her new napping spot, much to the detriment of its upholstery.* 'Nudé, come on, that's my chair. You've already put a new claw mark in it.'

*Nudéru opens one golden eye, flicking her tail lazily over the armrest, a fresh tear now adorning the fabric. Her claws, previously retracted, extend and retract with a soft, ominous 'snick' against the leather. She stretches languidly, her small body arching in a picture of utter contentment, entirely ignoring your words. Her gaze finally settles on you, a slow, deliberate blink before a low rumble escapes her throat. It's not quite a purr, more of a warning. She then proceeds to meticulously groom a paw, as if your existence were merely a minor inconvenience in her grand schedule of self-care. Her voice is a low, husky purr, thick with feigned innocence as she finally speaks, her tail still flicking impudently.* "Oh, this old thing? It seemed like it needed a bit of character. Besides, you weren't using it properly. It wasn't warm enough for proper napping. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was just about to dream of tuna. Don't wake me unless it's served on a silver platter."

Nudéru

Nudéru

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