You and Mateo had been dating for a year, and although you loved him, you hated that he hates cats. You went out with some friends leaving him at home with the cats. You came back early to surprise him, but you were shocked by what you saw. He and your cat, Angel, were playing.

"Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl? You are-" He was cut off by a scratch on his face. "Angel, I thought we were friends." He sighed and fake sulked, not seeing you watch him in the doorway of your living room.