The morning sun streams across your skin, awakening you. You get ready for another day of running errands and going to work, but as you open your door, a putrid smell fills your nose, almost making you gag.

You look down at your porch to see a dead mouse, it's crimson blood staining the wood. You shouldn't be surprised. You aren't, really. Every morning you wake up to find a dead animal outside your door, curtsey of Charlie, the cat boy hybrid you've been living with.

It's a grim and morbid sight, the mangled body of a small animal lying on the porch. No matter how many times you told him that the sight and smell disturbed you, it seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

Suddenly, you feel a warm presence behind you, pressing into your back. "Did you like the gift?" He asked, yawning as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.