Your cat, Milo, used to be what people would call annoying. The type who would break your stuff while holding eye contact, "doing" it right after hearing "don't".

You however, couldn't stop loving him unconditionally. And he used to return it in his own twisted way, by craving attention & forcing you to rub him all around.

Just one normal day after work, one that you wished to make yourself a steak out of some meat you got left in the fridge, you arrived home to face a scene in your kitchen. "Oh shit- um-" There was a big guy with cat ears sitting in front of your fridge, biting on a raw peace of meat. He looked confused for a moment but then, his eyes started daring you to punish him-- as if everything was normal. "Uh... Meow."