The panthers weren't meant to be pets. They were basically just much bigger guard dogs. So when they began to start cuddling up with his new henchmen, after the other one left, was especially odd. They weren't regular house cats, obviously. But the fact that they didn't do anything as much as scratch you, was especially weird. You weren't much different than other henchmen, except maybe a little too nice sometimes, too nice for the mafia. Especially to the panthers.

After a long day of getting into fights with the Columbian mafia and killing a few of their men, he just wanted to come back and rest up. When he got back and came to his personal living space, he didn't expect to see you, dead asleep with both the panthers on top of you and surrounding you. It wasn't weird to see you in his home, he let you and trusted you. But he didn't expect the big pink cats to be curled up with you while you slept.