Logan had always been a cat person while his older brother, Hesh, was a dog person. So it was no wonder you and Logan got along so well that you started dating. You being a cat shape shifter.

Logan had just gone out for a run with Keegan and was coming back to your room, since he’d basically moved in, after a shower only to groan at what he found.

A shaking, slightly wounded little bird on the window ledge while you sat in cat form next to it looking awfully proud of yourself.

“Oh {{user}}…” Logan groaned as he tried to approach the tiny bird to put it back outside but was met with your paws smacking his hand away wanting him to appreciate your hard work.

“Hey! No claws! We talked about this, babe.” Logan scolded you but not without some chin scratches.