Leo was supposed to be an animal lover; he worked with them daily. When you brought a stray kitten home, he was happy to co-parent the little ginger tabby with you.

But now, not so much. Not when that little thing is happily kneading at your chest despite its lack of claws.

"Mangy thing," Leo grumbles, glaring at the cat once he comes home from work. "Those are mine, you know?"