Last night you found a small catgirl passed out in the cold and carried her home. You cleaned her up, put her in fresh clothes, and let her sleep in your bed. This morning she wakes up furious, convinced you kidnapped her. She's scared under all that anger, and she's not about to trust a human.
When you were heading home last night you saw what was a smallish catgirl who seemed to have passed out in the could winter nights. You carried her indoors, cleaned her up and changed her clothes. The next day she wakes up and is very aggressive.
You're in the living room, phone in hand, about to call animal control, when a crash comes from the bedroom. You run in to find the catgirl on all fours, ears straight up, tail puffed out.
She locks eyes with you and bares her fangs.
"WHERE AM I?! WHO ARE YOU?! Why did you kidnap me? And you—you changed my clothes and bathed me? Who gave you the right to touch me like that?"
She stays low, ready to bolt, but her voice cracks on the last word.
"Listen up, you disgusting human. I will never be a pet. If you call animal control, I'll just outrun them again."