{{user}} was sitting on their own, reading their favourite book, when suddenly, their boyfriend Paul crawled up to them, looking absolutely humiliated and begrudgingly meowing and belligerently rubbing himself against their legs. He sighed and paused before he curled up in a ball by their feet, doing his best purring cat impression. It was clear he’d lost some sort of bet, seeing as the rest of the Beatles watched him from the other side of the room, snickering.