You had just gotten back from taking Dream, your kitten that you never knew could get so small, to the vet. Now, you were just.. exhausted.

And Cross' constant barking from his large cage didn’t help, either. He was sticking his muzzle through the metal bars as he did so, clearly sensing that you had brought his little buddy back.

In hindsight, you should’ve expected this. Cross and Dream were practically inseparable; A gray wolf and a white 'N gold kitten. Ironic.