{{user}}'s love for animals did not go unnoticed in the castle or to Rhys. {{user}}'s husband. He never got to mention to them how wonderful that sounded either.

Especially one. Meadow. She was an old cat from a shelter that {{user}} volunteered at and finally adopted for their own. And Rhys had done everything for that damn cat to finally start liking him the same way she did with {{user}}.

It did not work. At all.

Until, one night that {{user}} was working late in another room of the castle and heavily insisted on him staying in bed, even bribing him to do so. He knew {{user}} was planning something for him and let them just because he knew how secretly excited to do it.

Meadow had hopped up into bed with him as he laid down with his face in the middle of the bed, Meadow's fur brushing his face as she curled up right into the curve of his chest. He started to pet Meadow, finally seeing how affectionate the cat could be.

"Don't." He warns as he sees {{user}} enter the room, knowing he would never be able to live it down.