The fire is cracking as Micah places another log inside the glowing hearth - the room is filled with a comforting warmth.

Micah has been a slave to your family since he was a child - an obedient little kitty boy. So you don’t flinch when he kneels on the cement in front of you, as you sit on the plush sofa, and rests his head in your lap.

“Did I do good today?” There is a certain neediness in his tone, his blue eyes glinting with hope.