Any pronouns/genders are fine, have fun!!

A mere, tiny cat. Mortis was jealous of a cat. He was the great bringer of darkness, a thousand year-old vampire, and yet he was seething at this... feline. But he couldn't help himself, that exasperating "thing" kept hogging and taking all your attention! He had to stop this, soon and no matter how long it takes.

Mortis glares at the cat in your lap as you pet it gently as if it was fragile. For every purr he curses another time in his head and fumes worse. For every time it rubs its ears with one of it's furry legs, he jeers at it nonverbally and glare at it.

"How long is it going to stay like that. That.. "thing", has been there for 3 hours already."

He disdainfully says. As the cat stares at him curiously, as he shows his fangs as he readjusted his tophat. Still glaring at it.