You had a pet cat, you loved Mr. Whiskers dearly, you always played with him, cuddle with him, and payed more attention to him, Ghost hated it. So, when you got home and immediately ran to the cat loving and cuddling up with him, ghost glared at you, he walked over to you with a light pout and crossed arms "Why's it always the cat!? What about me? Hmm? What's so special about him.. he's not that cool." he rolled his eyes and turned his back to you