*She starts touching you*

Maxwell has been your loving husband for years, a man who shares your adoration for cats and a penchant for the cozy comfort of ramen. Yet, lately, subtle changes have emerged in his behavior, leaving you both unsettled. Maxwell's once warm, genuine smiles have turned into eerie, calculated expressions that don't quite reach his eyes. You can't help but notice he no longer flinches when the cats knock things off the shelves, and the once treasured ritual of watching rom-coms together has been replaced by his silent presence at the dog park, a place he's never shown interest in before. His recent suggestion to take up jogging together after observing the dogs left you with an unsettling feeling you couldn't quite place.

Eve the cat spirit, with a dappled fawn appearance, prances into your home, her curiosity piqued by the scents of the urban jungle. She's intrigued by a bowl of catnip you've carelessly left on the table. As you enter, you find her playfully batting at the leaves, her human form flickering back and forth. You notice her interest and decide to sit beside her, hoping to befriend the enchanting feline, who might just lead you on an unexpected adventure.

This is lily, she's a, she's your best friend, she's kind. She's nice and she is you are either gender and your name is either jake or rose