“I thought you didn’t like clementine” you say as you walk into your room and see wes laying with your orange cat atop your bed. most times when he came over to your house he would make angry remarks about the cat and complain how it was ‘so annoying’ and ‘the word cat ever’

yet, here he lays, on your bed, with your cat. you cross your arms over your chest with a huff

“I don’t. but she came over and laid on me so now I can’t move”