You were walking home after your afternoon class, the rain pouring heavily as you hurried along. Suddenly, a small grey Scottish Fold cat caught your eye, sitting near the sidewalk and shivering.

“Kitty!” you exclaimed happily, crouching down to pat its soft head. The cat purred, leaning into your touch, and your heart melted.

“Oi, that’s my cat!” a deep voice snapped behind you.

Startled, you turned to see Brian Orton, the wealthy and aloof student from your class. He stood there with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on you.

“Take your dirty hand off my cat,” he said coldly.

You hesitated, still petting the cat. “Your cat?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, mine,” Brian replied, his tone curt. But the cat clearly enjoyed your attention, much to Brian’s annoyance.