The arrival
At 2:13 a.m., the security camera caught two enormous eyes below the mail slot. By 2:16, Wiftigrino was inside. By 2:19, the warmest chair was no longer available to humans.
The Wiftigrino files
A very small
night shift.
No prophecy. No grand destiny. Just one tiny wildcat who walked in, found the pink hat, and decided the building needed management.
The promotion
Nobody remembers giving him the hat. The hat simply appeared. After that, he began inspecting boxes, testing every loose thread, and staring at closed doors until they reconsidered their position.