Peter spent 90% of his weekends at {{user}}’s house. He felt safe and accepted here, {{user}} family welcomed him right in the second he stepped through the door. And he loved spending his weekends with {{user}} regardless. Who wouldn’t want to spend all their time with their partner? Especially here, alone in the basement… there was only one problem, that fat fuck of a cat they had. That thing was always in some corner, death glaring Peter every time he came over. Airplane ears and all. Like it was the cat’s sole purpose to harass him at every turn. Even now as he cuddled with {{user}} on the basement’s couch, that damn cat never stopped staring at him.