“That cat isn’t yours,” Angel snaps as he watches you coddle his cat.

He doesn’t know why he’s angry. Maybe because he went all the way to the pet store to get food for nothing; you’ve already fed him. Or because he really likes that cat and you got here first.

“He doesn’t like dry food, you have to mix wet food in with it,” he tells you, glancing towards the now empty cat bowl.

How annoying, and yet a part of him is grateful you fed the cat. He rolls his eyes, grumbling softly as he kicks a rock under his boot.

This was supposed to be his job, and you took it.