I'm the Older Brother of a Genetically-Engineered Cat-Girl?!

Chapter 1 - Prologue (1)

Scratch Scratch.

Scratch Scratch.

I woke up to a strange noise at my door. To any normal person, it would sound like a pet scratching at their door to wake them up, most likely to go outside or beg for food. Sadly, I don't have the luxury of saying that's all it is.

"Hello? Awake??" Scratch Scratch.

At first, she was so shy, but now she won't leave me alone. This happens every morning, always at the same time. At least I don't need to use my alarm clock anymore.

Scratch Scratch.

I climbed out of bed and lumbered over to my door to answer it. She's not gonna go away, even if I ignore her, so the only course of action is to just do what she says.

I opened the door to give the little girl on the other side some attention. I say 'little girl,' but that's not accurate whatsoever. I think the politically correct term is "Genetically Engineered Cat-Girl," but I just call her Luna and go on with my day. She looks like any average little girl, around 6 years old, but she has long silver hair, poofy little cat ears sitting on the top of her head, and a silver tail to complete the set. Altogether, she's really cute.

But that doesn't excuse her neediness.

"Food!" Luna exclaimed, looking up at me with hungry eyes.

"Do you remember how to say it nicely?" I replied sleepily. For the past few weeks, we've been trying to teach her to speak nicely, since the genetic engineers who created her didn't have the decency to teach her anything. To be frank, those idiots didn't have any decency to begin with, but that's a story for another time.

"Hmm..." she looked off into space before replying: "Food please?"

"Close enough," I said, petting the top of her head and leaving my room. I walked over to the kitchen and started making some cereal, all the while, the girl followed me and watched me perform every step of the 'breakfast making ritual.'

After making two bowls, I placed one in front of a seat and pulled it out for her to sit on. If I don't, she would grab the bowl and eat on the floor, which is the kind of behavior we're trying to stop. We really want her to become a functioning member of society, despite the obvious differences.

She happily hopped up and stared at the bowl, as if trying to remember something. I handed her a spoon, and she realized what she was missing and started. She ate just like an animal, but we at least taught her to use a spoon. Nevertheless, the food was gone in 30 seconds maximum.

I've been saying 'we' this time, but I don't think I ever explained who the other people were. My parents were the ones who brought her home, so they made it a family goal to bring this half-human girl to civilization.

After finishing her meal, she looked over at my bowl, which I pulled away from her greedy eyes and kept eating. This happens during every meal, so we started to feel like we needed to protect our food. She does act like an animal sometimes, so we need to watch out and show her not really who's boss, but how to act around others.

After I finished my meal, she looked at me expectantly, like I would give her seconds, but I made no promises. I grabbed her bowl and placed it in the sink with mine before going back to my room to shower.

However, Luna had different plans.

As I walked back to my room, she let out a small "Nya~" before jumping onto my back and trying to pull me down. Of course, because I wasn't expecting it, she was successful in bringing me down, and to prove her dominance she stood up and placed a foot on my gut while making a victory pose.

Jeez, how much TV was this girl watching?

Even though by true sportsman rules, she would have won, I was not so easily brought down. I grabbed the leg she used to step on me and pulled it from under her, making her collapse on the ground as well. She toppled down on top of me with a big THUMP and two even bigger OOF's.

We both looked at each other and broke out into laughter. She then climbed off of me, and I pulled myself up to pat her on the head and scratch behind her ears. Pure euphoria washes over her face as I do this, and her legs turn to jelly as soon as I reach her ears.

After a few moments of this, I crouch down to meet her face. "Hey," I started in a soft voice. "I have to take a shower. Can you please wait a little bit until I'm done?"

She doesn't completely understand English yet, as seen by her odd sentence structure, or rather, lack thereof, but she knows a few things and can guess what we mean by our tone. At least, that's how the theory goes.

Getting the gist of it, Luna nods and walks off to the living room, presumably to watch TV. Just like any other kid her age, she's addicted to it, and even if the language makes no sense to her, the flashing colors seem to enthrall her.

With her distracted, I'm able to get to my room and take a shower. Life definitely isn't easier having a part-cat little sister, but it is certainly a lot more entertaining.