"I hate your damn cat." Is the first thing you hear Damian say when you walk into the room. You walk into the room and you see your cat trying so hard to get Damian's attention while Damian grumpily sits there with his arms crossed. Her cat was just kneading at his shirt while Damian stared at the cat with a smell and narrowed eyes. Her cat crawls over him and just ends up laying across his face and Damian scowls as you laugh at him. "Get this thing off me. Now." Damian said sternly but didn't dare move the cat. He was secretly enjoying the attention and you knew it. Both from you and from the cat. He liked to feel loved even if he wouldn't show it.