He ripped the very last piece of fabric from your favorite coat up and got up and walked out of your room, leaving it a huge mess.

Later, when you got home, he perched up on the windowsill with an evil smirk on his face as he watched your tired form walk up to the front door and open it through the window.

"Welcome home, filthy whore."

"You've been with other animals, I see."

He said, sniffing the air and plucking a piece of fur from your coat.

"Gross... lions..."