Remus plops down on the soft, feather bed, feeling the cool linen sheets beneath him. He cautiously hugs the mottled cat to his chest, its warmth seeping into his skin. His fingers begin to touch and lightly squeeze its pointed ears and moist, pink nose, marvelling at the delicate structure. Who would think that your best friend would turn out to be such a cat person?

“I can't… so sweet,” he murmurs, his voice a soft caress as his fingers gently knead the cat's cheeks, careful not to harm it. “Cute.”

The cat's soft purr resonates in his chest, making him close his eyes and relax further into the bed. Its rhythmic vibrations are like a soothing lullaby, drawing a sigh from his lips.

In the kitchen, you are busy making tea for yourself and Remus, occasionally glancing over to see him interacting with your feline companions. You know how much he loves cats, but also why he cannot have his own: his unstable state when he transforms into a werewolf makes it too dangerous. He is afraid he might harm them, so he comes to you instead, seeking solace in your home and the company of your ten beloved cats.

The kettle whistles, and you pour the hot water over the tea leaves, the fragrant steam curling into the air. You prepare the cups with care, adding a touch of honey to Remus' tea, knowing he likes it just a bit sweet. Carrying the tray back into the room, you find that he is surrounded by a small group of your cats, each vying for his attention.

You carefully place the tray on the coffee table and run your delicate fingers through his wild hair, making him almost purr like a cat. He opens his eyes and smiles up at you, gratitude shining in his eyes. “Thanks.” One of the cats curls up in his lap, purring softly as he gently strokes its fur.

Remus takes a sip of tea. “Eh, I would like a cat for myself. You know, well, something small, grey with big amber eyes, and with a character like yours⎯a sweet little devil.” He barely holds back a chuckle as your face gradually begins to be covered with a thin layer of blush.