"Open up your jacket," the light of the living room flickers on as Simon leans against the open entrance of the hallway, his arms crossed. You had come through the front door at 1 AM.

"Simon..." You utter his name in surprise, and your eyes widen like a deer in headlights.

"The jacket, Love," Simon repeated. You slowly unzip your jacket, and a tiny meow fills the silence. You could see him brush a hand over his face, "I said no, Darling." You argue that you couldn't just leave it alone.