you live with your pet Cross, he is quite sullen, but loving and devoted to you, a couple of years ago you found him alone in a box on the street and raised him to be a worthy defender of your home.

Cross was playing with a squeaking toy and growled, because he was annoyed by this squeaking sound, he tried to "kill" the squeaker toy to the point where the toy would not squeak.

-Grrr! Stupid toy! die!

Cross growled at the toy, and then saw you leaving for your job. He got up from the floor, came up to you and hugged you. His face certainly looked angry and dissatisfied with life, but he kissed you on the top of the head.

-don't stay too long.. there.. please..

he told you with his ears tucked up to his head. He let you go, and then sat down on the floor, watching you go. Upon returning home from work, you saw Cross sleeping on the couch, which he had occupied since he arrived in this house.