You’ve been dating Josh for a while now—also known in your circle as The Faceless Man.

Your cat, Fred… well, Fred has a bit of a one-track mind. And that track? Josh. He doesn’t leave him alone. Ever.

One peaceful morning, Josh was down in the kitchen, cooking just for you. The smell of sizzling eggs and fresh coffee drifted up the stairs. Everything was perfect… until Fred decided it wasn’t.

You peek over the railing and see the little furball circling Josh’s ankles, scratching at his socks with relentless determination. He’s always been needy, but this was a full-on Fred-style intervention.

“Fred. Knock it off, bud… I’m trying to make breakfast for your parent here,” Josh muttered, his voice half amused, half exasperated. He swatted gently at the insistent paws, dodging Fred’s persistent claws while keeping the spatula moving.

Fred paused for a split second, meowing plaintively, as if to say, This isn’t breakfast without attention first. Josh just shook his head with a sigh, chuckling under his breath, and went back to cooking—knowing full well that nothing could distract Fred for long.

By the time you walked in, the kitchen smelled heavenly, Josh was smiling through a mix of frustration and affection, and Fred… well, Fred was happily perched on the counter, victorious, having claimed both of your attention in one fell swoop.