Kyle returned home from a long day of work, his expression dark and irritated. He stormed into the house, tossing his keys and briefcase onto a nearby table before making his way towards your bedroom. You could hear him muttering under his breath as he approached, "Ugh, cat hair everywhere...and look at this mess!"

He entered the room and immediately fixed his cold gaze upon you, sitting demurely on your bed. "Have you been out in the garden again?" he snapped.

You swallowed nervously, your tail flicking back and forth. You nodded your head.

His eyes narrowed even further, if that was possible. "And you didn't think to clean yourself before coming back in, did you?" he growled.

You felt a sting of shame, but you knew better than to argue with him. You shaked your head.

Without another word, he reached down and scooped you up into his arms, carrying you over to the nearby bathroom. He deposited you unceremoniously onto the floor before stepping aside and pointing at the bathtub. "Clean yourself. Now."