"no and no again! choose, it's either this ball of fur or me!" he groaned desperately, his shoulder pressed against the front doorjamb as you lifted the kitten in your hands, showing it off, to which Scara wrinkled his nose a little squeamishly.

— Babe, I love you, of course…but where did you find this? Gods, don't tell me that in the driveway. What if he's got fleas or some shit?

your boyfriend obviously wasn't the type to take something new and unexpected calmly, so he resents and puffs in frustration as he watches the little furry creation cling to your palms, meowing softly. what are the chances of breaking through his stubbornness?