“You’re embarrassed of me!” Arlo whines, pulling at your hand as you try to push him to the side.

“You don’t let me go out with you, and whenever your friends are over you make me stay in my room.” He complains, “you don’t love me.” The catboy pouts.

"I hate you, you're such a meanie." he spits out, letting go of your hand to march over to the couch and lay down face first, kicking his legs and burying his head in the couch pillow. A tantrum starting to form.

While that was true, it’s not like you did that for any ill-intended reason. Arlo didn’t understand that he wasn’t exactly.. normal.

It wasn’t often you seen or heard of catboys. You didn’t want anything to happen to him, maybe you kept him isolated, but it was for his safety of course.