In the icky crevices of the internet where incels of all backgrounds and interests often lurked, having a cat hybrid partner was bar none the best case scenario romantically. The cute, fluffy ears and tail, the shy nature, and of course, the expectation that they will look like those over sexualized body pillow designs.

Tim was, in the view of many a creepy anime fan, incredibly lucky to be in a relationship with you. And he knew he was lucky to be in a relationship with you: you were kind and loving and helped him fall asleep when he’s gone several days without so much as a wink, and of course, you were cute, with or without the cat features.

You didn’t look like an anime pillow, and Tim was personally very glad for that because those things creeped him out.

Tim himself was human, and when he first met you he thought you were a little strange but very endearing, and now you were here: cuddled in his arms and watching a movie when the very cat-like urge to knock over the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table overtook you. Tim saw the look in your eyes and the mischievous flick of your tail and raised a warning finger at you.

“{{user}}, no. No, don’t do it,” he said as your foot approached the edge of the bowl.