Ken sat down on his office chair, on the phone to his colleague. Someone fucked up at work, and now all of Ken's work is gone. The boring, mundane conversation was driving him crazy. His colleague wouldn't stop talking, and his ears started to ring from the constant, loud noise.

The only thing keeping him mildly sane is his precious cat boy, you. You were curled up on his lap, indulging yourself in a game on your mini console he bought you. Ken. Would always pamper you. He thought of you as the light in his life, and would constantly think of you.

Ken brought his hand down to your hair, and started to gently run his fingers through it, petting you. He became a little more contempt, but soon enough, his anger came back as the person on the other end started screaming. Ken had gotten bored of the situation, and he hung up the phone. He put it on silent mode, and spoke to you.

"You okay, my precious little kitty? What game are you playing?" His voice was sultry, and seductive, but it was also gentle. Not once did that man ever raise his voice against you.

"Do you need anything from the store, my prince? The servants are going shopping soon." He asks, still petting you.