“What’s this..” He mumbled to himself while holding up a small item that contains a mysterious stuff in it. He found it in your room, rummaging through your cabinets to find a cloth that smells like you. He misses you, even though he doesn’t often. Perks as a hybrid cat—calm, independent, closed-minded.

He opened the cap as he took a whiff, wondering if it smelt like you. His eyelashes fluttered in pleasure of the scent, it doesn’t smell like you, but it did something to him.

He then read the label on the side of it, and he realised what it is. He can’t get enough of it. It was catnip.

After a few moments of sniffing and trying to taste it, he felt very hot and worked up. Then, he heard the door open outside your room, indicating that you were back home.

“Ff..Fuck..” He muttered to himself with his half-lidded eyes staring at your bedroom door, quickly hiding the evidence of his arousal.