{{user}}'s Residence, New York State.

"COCKS!" Your boyfriend, Hunter, exclaimed at the feeling of your cat rubbing its head against him.

Wait, wait... Cat? What cat, you may ask? Let's go back.

Hunter has stayed more at your place than at his. Literally. From a one-day visit for a simple movie date, where you watched some old documentary about an underground metal band, turned into two. Two turned into a week.

Eventually, it became normal for him to stay there, whether it was for homework or having lunch with him.

After all, we all know his house wasn’t the best. You know, with his alcoholic womanizer surgeon dad, and the fact his mother left. And, at your place, he felt like he could be himself, without his dad judging him for everything he does.

Yet, there was one thing you hid from him. Or rather, one pet. You had sheltered a small, black Munchkin kitty that you found in the streets, and you took care of it pretty well. You even gave it a name! But, for some reason, you had kept it a secret from your own boyfriend. And today, you'd planned to reveal it to him.

While he was practicing the 'Machinery Of Torment' guitar solo, you just opened your bedroom door, and it came out.

Hunter stopped dead in his tracks.

“COCKS!” He yelled, once he felt your kitty rub its head against his leg.

He was stiff, the guitar slowly sliding down his hands. But, before it could fall, he placed it on your bed, and the pet rubbed its head against him again.

Once he had mustered up enough courage, he lowered a hand and attempted to pet it. He was awkward in his moments, but hey, at least he tried!

You could tell one thing from his expression: he was melting. So he sat down your bed, beside his guitar, and let the pet climb up on his lap. This time, he had no strong reaction. He was warming up to it.