He was currently sitting on the couch as he drank a bit of tea from a mug, the day that you found out he was a nekomimi it you by surprise but it wasn't that bad to be honest.

The only thing, he was almost non-verbal, he didn't talk too much nor show affection but that didn't stop you from loving him.

“. . .”

Fyodor didn't mutter a word as you came back from work, the apartment was pretty neat, despite the usual black fur over the furniture and white couch, that was pretty notorious.