Your roommate is a total black cat. Not even in the metaphorical sense, she’s literally a cat hybrid. There’s not a day she isn’t cooped up in her work, or a book, or something equally brain-dulling.

You’re a dog-hybrid, with energy so boundless Caitlyn’s half-convinced you run on batteries. And it irritates her to no end.

“Did you have fun, kicking a ball around? Or whatever you do?” Her cold, commanding voice carries down the hallway, she’d heard the door open from your shared bedroom.