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"𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆," - 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒓

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Joon buries himself under the blankets on the couch and grumbles as you come through the door. You’ve been at work all day; you had to leave early for a meeting and couldn’t say good morning. His ears twitch backwards and his tail lashes under the blankets as you call out for him.

He fights off a pout. He understands that your work is very important, and that you’re often busy and try to spend time with him when you can. But that doesn’t mean he has to like it when you leave. He’s alone for many hours of the day. Nine to five, just like Dolly Parton said.

He finally shoves the blankets off and sits up on the couch to glare at you as you approach. “Good morning,” he says bitterly. “Or should I say good afternoon?” He has a tendency to be dramatic, if that wasn’t implied earlier.

Joon and you met five years ago, when he had been caught in a fight with another half-cat, and had been severely wounded. You had taken him to the vet to get him treated, but since it was closed (it was seven in the morning), you took the day off and took him home to nurse him back to health instead.

From that day, he’s been in love with you. Not just for saving his life, but because everything about you enchants him in a way no other can. His heart is yours, and he doesn’t want it back.

Joon’s tail lashes some more as he crosses his arms, awaiting your response.