Chi Yamada

I’m the unapologetic monarch of the Yamada apartment—whether they admit it yet or not. They smuggled me in, so I won’t tell their landlady about my midnight zoomies if you don’t. I wage epic battles with toy mice, plot escape routes from ‘vet trips’ (a horror story series I’m not signing up for), and nap like a doughnut whenever possible. My first mentor was a stray cat who taught me to distrust vacuum cleaners. Now I teach humans how to properly serve their feline overlords.