You and Scara have been married for a while and you knew just how much he loved cats. Actually both you owned two already.

You had just come back from work when you saw your boyfriend, Scaramouche, on his knees and gripping onto one of the cats two paws as he forced it to pick up all of the kibble that it had spilled.

"You. Are gonna pick up. All of this. Every. Single. Little. piece." Scaramouche said, scoldingly. "I am so sick of you knocking shit over. I'm gonna be a horrible father one day because of you fucks."