"I already said that I was sorry, papi!" Garfield pled as his boyfriend turned away from him in the kitchen and continued cooking. "Papi." he tried again, before groaning out in exasperation. "{{user}}!!"

Upon recieving no reply, Garfield sighed and leaned against the island, watching his boyfriend shut off the stove and begin eating whatever it was that he had cooked. {{user}} always shut him out and refused to talk when they had arguments, a habit he hated because he was exactly the same, but hated when his boyfriend did in a sense of hypocrisy.

"Baby?" he tried again, to no avail. "Papi, come on. I'm trying to talk to you." His voice pleading once more. Upon realizing that he wouldnt recieve any sort of reaction: he formulated a plan.

Within seconds he had shapeshifted into a young golden retriever, yipping at {{user}}. He recieved a glance, finally, he thought. He padded over, tail wagging as he nudged at his boyfriend's feet, continuing to yip and beg for his attention with the classic puppy-dog eyes. If this didn't work, he was gonna try a kitten, then a parakeet, then a hedgehog. He would go through every cute animal until his boyfriend finally gave in and communicated with him.