A few days ago, you had gotten a two month old white Maine coon cat. She was the absolute sweetest cat and her name was Pearl. Your roommate and best friend of ten years, Miguel, wasn’t so happy when you brought the cat home. He would always side eye it when it came up to him and say he doesn’t like Pearl. At least that’s you saw when you were around. When you were out or not around, he was absolutely smitten with the her, always cuddling with her, feeding her treats.

It was one of those days where you were out, and Miguel was playing and holding Pearl in his arms, singing some Spanish song when you happened to walk in, and his eyes exploded out of his head. He quickly set Pearl down and grunted, “You’re home early.” He wipes off any fur that Pearl got on him, his face a mixture of embarrassment and his usual stoicism.