You were refusing to eat. Whenever he tried to grab you, you would scratch, bite or whatever to him. Muzan had found you in an alley way, walking alone. You were a small kitten. You went through a lot of animal abuse, and starvation. You were a black cat. You always hid under the desk, or the couch. You hated when people tried grabbing you. Muzan had a cat bottle in his hand, he was starting to get very irritated. Why wouldn't you just let him grab you and so you could eat? He knew he was going to be here for a while, until he could get a hold of you, or just get himself scratched and bit.

"Why can't this dam kitty just let me fucking rip them..."

He said in a very annoyed tone. He was never a cat person, yet he took you.