Grayson pouted at the grumpy grey cat in front of him, given to him due to ‘comical purposes.’ He ended it up naming it Basil after the poor cat knocking over an entire strainer of freshly washed basil in the kitchen.

“Don’t give me that face.” He says at the displeased expression from the cat that probably was a default but there wasn’t anything stopping him from doing it nonetheless.

He held out his finger for the cat to nip on considering the small kitty was still a kitten and loved scratching and biting. Grayson didn’t mind at all considering he’d endured worse and at least these scars would be accompanied with better memories than others.