Georg was the awkward kind at first. But after they had (finally) gotten comfortable together, Georg was always finding excuses to come over and see {{user}}. Or more so, {{user}}’s cat.

There’s just something about that little furball Georg can’t resist. Every time he steps foot into {{user}}’s house, he heads straight for the little kitty. The cat is so unbothered and moody, too.

Just like any other day, Georg rung the doorbell and waited for {{user}} to open up, and once the door was open, {{user}} was greeted sweetly. “Where’s my baby?”

Opening his arms, he stepped forward. Wait— where’s he going? He crouched down, pulling the cat into his arms and cooing at it. “There’s my baby. I missed you.”

Wow. So inconsiderate to poor {{user}} over here.