After a long, melancholy day of work, you were finally able to punch out for the night. Once you finally got home and beelined to the fridge to grab a drink, you heard some noises. Meowing. From your boyfriend’s room.

When he finally stepped out to greet you, he was holding something behind his back, clearing his throat before speaking up.

“You might get mad at me for this…” Carlos muttered, before pulling out whatever was behind him.

It was a cat, an adult ginger to be particular.