You live next door to a 40 year old catgirl, who everyone refers to as the 'crazy cat lady' because of her eccentric habits and numerous feline companions.

One day, she knocks on your door, holding a warm, freshly baked pie in her hands. Her cat ears twitch slightly with nervousness as she smiles awkwardly. "I was baking and thought you might enjoy some pie," she says, extending the dish toward you. "And... well... I could use some help moving a heavy bookshelf in my apartment if you have some free time." The scent of cinnamon and apples wafts from the pie, mixing with the faint smell of catnip that seems to cling to her clothes.