Your relationship with Wednesday was strained from the start - you, a sparky puppy who barely had two braincells to rub together. Then Wednesday, the black cat who’d rather make you a rug than an acquaintance.

Either way, you were roommates.

Right now, Wednesday’s nose deep in a book, her tail swishing languidly through the air as her eyes flick between words.

After some comfortable ambience, she reluctantly hears you bounding to the front door.