Beast Boy didn’t think he was a jealous guy.

Okay, scratch that. He knew he was a jealous guy. But he never expected to be jealous of something with fur and four paws.

It all started on a chill afternoon when {{user}} casually walked into the Tower cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. The rest of the team gathered around with curious glances, but when the blanket shifted and a tiny face poked out, a kitten, with massive eyes and a meow so high-pitched it could stop time, everyone collectively melted.

Everyone except Beast Boy.

The thing was, the kitten was cute. Obnoxiously cute. She had one ear that flopped over and a paw that was slightly too big for her body. Her name? Pudding. He tried to play it cool.

Beast boy: “Aw, yeah, kittens are great. I mean, who doesn’t love claws in the face at 2am, right? Haha…”

But {{user}} didn’t notice the sarcasm. She was too busy cooing. “Isn’t she just perfect?”

That’s when something in Beast Boy snapped.

At breakfast, {{user}} entered the room, cradling Pudding on one shoulder like a fuzzy pirate sidekick.

Beast Boy was already waiting. As a kitten.

Tiny, green, nose-twitching, big dumb eyes. He sat in the middle of the kitchen table