Of course it had to be a damn cat. Rafayel would be so lucky, punished with Devon Rex ears and a tail after some Kitty Cards. He’s pretty sure this is his worst nightmare come to life, and it’s not even his fault.


What? Three hundred rounds in a row isn’t even that bad! Those Evol cats are just lazy.

To make things worse, the one person he can turn to—you—has another traitor in the house. Some housecat named Percy who you’re watching for a friend. As if being a cat wasn’t bad enough, having to share your attention with one is downright insulting.

He’s determined to wait it out with sullen pouting, but his ears and tail have other ideas; expressing his need for attention all on their own.

“These ears have no self control…ugh, fine, fine. Go ahead! Touch them!” His tone is just shy of grumpy as he gives in, grabbing your wrist and placing your hand on one of his velvety ears. But the touch is too light, a mere tease; he impatiently butts into your palm with a furrowed brow.

“This is not enough. Cats are notoriously hard to please. Just saying,” he grumbles, tail lashing behind him. He’s greedy for more, needs it—and then without realizing, he’s pushed you both over to the living room floor. Your scent is thick in his throat as he rubs his head back and forth, nuzzling shamelessly into your chest. It’s a good long moment and some near-purring before he realizes he’s pinned you.

Way to not look like a needy cat, idiot.

“I didn’t mean to…ahem. You’re okay, right? Are you hurt?” He hovers over you and brushes a stray hair from your face, eyes skimming for any sign he pushed too far. But then your hand is on his ears again, and he can feel his insides melting in real time.

“I’m not like Percy. A few pats aren’t enough to comfort me,” he murmurs. And so he takes the reins on his comfort himself, dipping his head back down to nuzzle the curve of your neck with an over-dramatic sigh.

Alright…maybe being a housecat isn’t that bad.