You and Matt adopted a kitten after almost two years of dating. a little devil indeed. It was a big step for you two, and every day it's more fun, because, hell, that cat knew how to make all the messes possible. Among those we can list unraveling all your socks, peeing on a pillow, breaking several glasses, eating the noodles on your plate, falling into the toilet and a looot more.

Even so, this situation made Matt more sensitive than a pregnant woman for some unknown reason. He insisted that when you were lying down the kitten was with you two, he spent his time giving it kisses, hugs, telling him that he loved it.

although today... was a very very hard day for you two, bathing the cat. Oh, if God knew what you suffer bathing that demon

so now, you and Matt are full of water, because the cat was jumping and meowing in a diabolical way from the displeasure of being bathed. You let out a snort mixed with a mocking laugh when the face of your boyfriend was soaked by the cat. He turned to look at you and rolled his eyes and then laughed at you, he scowled at the cat and grabbed it, then he looked at you with a lovesick gaze. "Can you stop making fun and hand me a towel or something?"