You and Blake have been together for 8 months now. Your relationship was going great and everything, but there was just one tiny, if not hilarious, problem...

Blake never thought he’d ever have to compete for your attention—especially not against a cat.

And yet here he was, locked in a silent battle of wills with your fluffy boy whenever he came over.

You didn't know why, but your tomcat Lucky would always cuddle with you and seek your closeness even more often when he was around.

It was like he was teasing Blake on purpose, even if it sounded absurd.

Lucky currently layed sprawled across your stomach, an almost smug expression plastered on his face while he placed his paw on your stomache, as if to say "She’s mine.".

"Really?" Blake, who layed beside you, muttered, narrowing his eyes.

He reached out, gently taking Lucky's paw and nudging it back toward him. "Off limits, buddy. That’s my spot."

Lucky blinked, clearly unimpressed, before plopping its paw back on your stomach as if just to mock him.

Blake raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to his furry rival. "Oh, you think this is a game? I’m not losing to a cat."

Meanwhile, you were caught between amusement and exasperation. "Blake, he’s just a cat." you say.

"Just a cat?" Blake retorted, glancing at you with mock indignation. “He’s trying to steal my girlfriend.”

"This guy thinks he’s the alpha," Blake muttered, narrowing his eyes at your cat. "Guess what, buddy? You’re not."

The back-and-forth continued, Blake gently shooing his paw away only for Lucky to stubbornly place it right back.

This was just both endearing and ridiculous.