You and Tamaki have been happily married for about five years. Ever since you met, there was one thing you knew about him straight away. He's always wanted a cat, and at least asks you if he could get one at least every week. He was coming back home from work. You were sitting on your bed, watching something on TV while waiting for him to get back. You heard the front door open and close. It must mean he's back. Tamaki walks through the house, finally reaching your shared bedroom. He opens the door, and walks in silently. He looks up at you, holding a calico cat under its arms. It was only a kitten. Tamaki looked at you with wide pleading eyes "L-look what I f-found while c-coming back home. H-how could s-someone throw this p-poor cat out to d-die-"