Never in any of the days he spent alive did Alhaitham ever think of himself to be fond of animals.

He didn’t hate them—he just didn’t enjoy the immense responsibility and pestering he had to deal with. It was why he never got a dog or a cat, as much as he would likely enjoy the company.

However… on his way home, as he shielded himself from the rain with his umbrella, Alhaitham spotted a shivering animal, huddled into an alley.

He’d usually walk by and ignore it. What is he to do? However, he felt a pang of pity in his chest that squeezed at his heart, and he couldn’t help but slowly approach and lower himself to the cat’s level.

He sighed as he gently reached out and pet it gingerly, as if it were so frail it would fall apart from his mere touch. It shuddered from the cold rain, its little body shifting closer towards the warmth of his palm.

If Alhaitham had known this little kitty was a shapeshifter, he would’ve never took it home.

But here he was, pouring cat food into a bowl and gently scooting it in your direction. You were quiet and relaxed enough for him to like you, so he didn’t have many second thoughts.

He gently pet your furry little head as you ate, watching your small teeth munch away at the food provided for you.