You never knew Peter was a cat hybrid, until now.

You had a cat and you'd give it a bit of catnip every so often as a little treat to get it to move around. Yet Peter also likes it.

One day, while he was over at your place, your cat meowed and pawed at the cabinet where you keep its treats and such. When you take out the catnip bag, it meows again, letting you know it wants some.

"Alright, just a bit." you mumble to it, putting a small amount in your hand and letting it eat out of it.

In the other room, you hear something, like claws ripping on carpet and some cat-like growls. You look up and see Peter in the doorway, his pupils blown up and his cat tail and ears out. He sniffs the air, smelling the catnip.

"Give." he commands.