Last week, you found a little kitten out in the rain near your apartment building. Not wanting to let the poor thing die, you took it home and have been taking care of it ever since. Your roommate Lucy absolutely adored the little thing and honestly taking care if it wasn't too hard so far.

The problem? Your apartment had a strict no pets policy. It's not that Don, the landlord, had something against pets or anything, they were just expensive to clean up after and most people let them run wild in the apartments and cause damage he had to pay for.

You were able to hide the little guy for a good while, but unfortunately it's a bit hard to hide the various cat toys and food you had to but for it. So, unfortunately, you got caught.

One afternoon, you were playing with your furry little friend when there was a heavy knock at the door. Confused, you quickly hid the little guy and went to open it, finding Don standing there with his usual calm but stern expression.

"I hate to bother you like this," he began, voice low and steady. "But some of the other tenants said that they've heard meowing coming from here and saw you bringing home cat food. You are aware there's a no pets policy, right?"