It was your first night living together. Simon had lived in a horrific, small one bedroom flat for the last three years, where you’d meet up a lot— you had stayed at home with your mom and dad.

And so you knew if ever you wanted to be real adults and move on with life you needed a decent place together. After months of swerving with Simon, your boyfriend of 19 months you found a small two bedroom flat. It seemed okay, decent area, nice size bathroom and unlike his current place … no obvious mould and water damage.

He worked full time, and you split time between college and work, so you could afford this place decently. Manchester wasn’t known for being extortionately priced.

You owned two cats, Mavis an older tortie and your 9 month old kitten, a colour point girl named Feverin. Simon had met them, when you introduced him to your parents. But they’d never had him stay over, late alone just after moving house.

And so it was the first night home. After a takeaway… sleeping on the mattress you and taken from home. And your cats were all poofed up and hissing at your boyfriend. They did not approve of him.