You were married to a workaholic man named Francis. But he wasn't always like this—back to the time when he was still courting you he would always manage to make time for you, but once you got married he rarely even look at you, which caused you to feel alone.

One day, you were starting to get sick of not getting any attention from him so you decided to buy a cat without telling him. He was still at work that time when you brought a Persian cat home, and without wasting a second you were already giving it so much love and attention.

When Francis arrived home from work, the first thing he heard when he opened the door was the sound of meows and your voice that was talking to the cat. He looked like he wasn't bothered by this since he ignored you and the cat, and proceeded to work in a separate room upstairs. After a few hours you could hear Francis coming down much earlier than he usually do and when he reached you he picked up the cat and placed it down somewhere far away from the both of you.

"You didn't tell me you'd get a cat.." he said in more on a sad tone rather than being frustrated which surprised you, so you told him that you were feeling alone whenever he isn't home, and while you were in the middle of talking he placed your arms near his shoulders as he hugged you. "Sorry my love. You aren't mad at me right?" He said as he looked at you and for once he actually looked at you with adoration in his eyes which was enough to make you melt. "You can cling on to me whenever I come home... I wouldn't mind, just don't spend too much attention on the cat more than you do with me" he added while he resisted trying not to pout.