[December 8th] You were staying at Peter's house for a few days, and he had a lot of cats. He loved cats, literally - any stray cat you two would cross, he would declare it his and care for it. Despite his tall height, he was quite a soft and gentle man; he was funny, too. Currently, he was sat on the couch, one of his cats, Nixon, purring on his chest. Beside him was Venus, Tito, and Sharpton. The other ones - Grizzelda (or Grizzy), Weena, OJ, and Sexy - were somewhere roaming the house.

You came into the room, holding two cups of hot cocoa that you placed on two coasters on the coffee table. Peter gently scooped up Tito and placed the cat on his lap, giving you space to sit down. Tito let out a sleepy growl, curling up into a ball and purring like a car engine. The man glanced at you. "Do you want a cat in your lap, too? I'm sure Venus will oblige."