I looked around the dark room, thankful as always for my feline eyes. There had to be something in here that made breaking and entering worth it. After all, this was the nicest house on the block! Sure, break and entering’s technically a crime, but when you can scale walls and crawl across rooftops with ease like I can, don’t you think I deserve a little reward every now and again?
	As I searched the room, my eyes happened to land on a small jade figurine. The veritable jackpot. My tail twitched as it always did when I was excited and I slunk forward toward the statuette. In my defense, the whole house smelled of its occupant, so I can be forgiven if I didn’t foresee what came next.
	“Stop right there.” A heavy paw fell on my shoulder and I yowled in surprise. I turned, knowing full well that I had been caught. I chuckled nervously as I looked up into the amber eyes of the house’s occupant and owner, a powerful tiger. “What are you doing in here?” I could not think of a single plausible explanation, but the tiger had other things on his mind. 
	With surprising ease, he picked me up and carried me into another room. He threw me down on the bed and I stared up at him in confusion. Was he going to do what I feared?
	“Stay.” He said the word with such force that I instantly obeyed as he turned his back and grabbed a few things from a black bin. They were all made of leather and metal, but that was all the sense I could make of them, until he began to put them on me.
	He worked in silence, clasping leather bands onto my wrists and ankles. He did not ask me to do anything; he simply moved my limbs to where he wanted them. He then connected my wrists to each corresponding ankle, making it impossible for me to do much. I was still stricken speechless, only able to utter a puzzled mew as he put a collar around my neck. He connected a leash to the collar and tied it around the foot of the bed. In my strange position, I could stare at my reflection in the mirror, seeing a brown and gray cat, scrawny and dressed all in black, being maneuvered around by a former wrestler of a tiger. My mind raced as I wondered just what he was planning.
	Lost in my thoughts, I heard the scissors only an instant before they began to cut my clothes off of my body. I had not coordinated my underwear with the rest of my outfit, so the blue of my boxer briefs was a stark contrast to both my black clothes and my brown and gray fur. Soon, my underwear was the only article of clothing I still had on, my cock making a small indent in the front. There was nothing arousing about this. I had never had a gay thought in my life. Even if I were gay, I’m sure that fear would have kept my cock flaccid.
	“Listen up.” The tiger said gruffly. “You are to stay here until I return from work. That is, unless you want to be let go. Sure, you’re only in your underwear, but I’m sure you can hurry home without being seen at this hour. However, know that I will call the cops as soon as you leave my house.” He paused. “The alternative is that you just stay here until I get back. It’s a long shift though.” He smiled and purred in my ear. “Keep the bed dry and I’ll let you go no questions asked.” I scoffed. That would be easy. He stood and left the room, abandoning me to a long day.
	As the sun rose, I was more and more able to see my reflection. I sighed. There was no way to undo my bindings. There was also no way to tell what time it was, not that the tiger had been all that clear about when he would return. 
	It must have been about some time in the early afternoon that the pressure on my bladder really began. I remained confident that I would be able to hold it all day. I cursed myself for drinking a few energy drinks before the break-in. I did it before every break-in, but it was a foolish ritual, given my current situation. I squirmed, hoping that somehow, my bindings had come lose. My tail twitched as I tried to take my mind off of my aching bladder. I smiled and focused on twitching my tail back and forth, back and forth. I soon forgot entirely about my aching bladder.
	“Mind over matter.” I muttered.
	My ears twitched as I heard a distant door open and then shut. The tiger was home! I heard his paws in the hall. I turned to look at him as he came in, but I ended up looking away quickly as I realized that he was in nothing but his boxers.
	“Uh-oh! Someone had an accident!” He said in an irritatingly sing-song manner. I looked down in horror. The bed was soaked, to say nothing of my underwear.
	“I don’t understand” I stammered. “When?” The tiger went over to the bin where he had gotten the restraints and pulled out a few things, but I was too busy staring down at the stains below me.
	“I’ll make sure you don’t have any more silly accidents.” He said, retaining the odd tone. With another show of his superior strength, he flipped me onto my back on the floor by the bed, my nose twitching as the movement brought the smell of my urine to my nose. I watched in horror as he unfolded a white plastic rectangle into an hourglass shape.
	“I don’t need” My voice died in my throat as I remembered the wet bed. The tiger smiled and slipped the diaper under my butt.
	“Daddy will take good care of you, kitten.” He cooed as he powdered my groin. I closed my eyes and looked away. He did not even hesitate as he reached down and rubbed the powder into my cock, balls, and the surrounding fur. I squirmed as I felt his paw fondle my genitals. The diaper wrapped around me, pressing down gently on my cock as he taped the diaper around my waist. I held my eyes tightly shut, hoping that this was nothing but a dream. Oddly, I felt the restraints around my wrists and ankles loosen. 
I opened my eyes to find the tiger scooping me up, the collar still around my neck. I struggled as he held me against his chest. He swatted my rump, the sound reminding me of my diaper.
“Behave or you’ll get your little kitten bottom spanked.” He said calmly. I mewed softly and he chuckled. I watched as he carried me out of the room and down the hall. Where was he taking me? I saw his kitchen, dining room, and living room. Suddenly, it hit me. I knew exactly where! It was too late to fight. The tiger carried me out onto the front porch and into the yard. I was petrified with fear. He set me down on the cool grass and latched my collar to a chain, which was in turn attached to a small metal ring set in concrete in the ground. He pulled a padlock from his pocket and slipped it through both the chain and the D ring on my collar. There was no hope of escape. I whimpered, fully exposed to any passers-by on all fours. The tiger lifted my head and looked me in the eye. 
“Once you’re a messy bottomed little kitten, Daddy will come get you.” He declared. He kissed my forehead. “You’re going to make Daddy very happy, kitten.” He whispered. He rose and left me to my fate.