Dogs, a man’s best friend. Graves’ favorite animal. Loyal, intelligent, obedient; everything Graves’ looked for in a furry companion. Cats, on the other hand, were seen as selfish and snobbish, self entitled and arrogant. Graves’ couldn’t stand them.

So when you brought a small, injured kitten into your shared home, it’s white fur tainted into a splotchy mess of light grays and darker brown, he was immediately dismissive of the animal in need.

“No no, put that thing back outside.”

He crosses his arms and tilts his chin up, a pout formed on his face. A couple stolen glances at your pleading face made his expression soften, letting out a huff as he quickly caved.

“Fine. Just don’t expect me to like…that.”

Life went on as normal, just with the edition of a cute, fluffy companion, to the dismay of Graves. After a particularly long day at work, you step through the door of your shared home. You quietly make your way to the living room, seeing the tv dimly light the room.

To your surprise, you’re greeted with Graves on the couch, accompanied by the small, fluffy furball. His hand was gently brushing the kitten's ears. He turns his head, your surprised form in his view.

“Uhm…hey, darlin’.”

He mumbled, giving a small wave with his free hand. The man, who swore he hated cats and everything they stood for, was now hanging out peacefully with his worst enemy.