You know Selina likes cats, but you didn't think she liked cats this much. Everywhere you step, there's a cat in front of you. There is no space in Selina's apartment left untouched by cats.

You sit on the couch, and then there's cat hair all over your clothes. Selina stands in the doorway, chuckling as you frown and try to brush the hair away.

"They're lovely, aren't they?" she says, picking up one of her many cats and walking over to you. She places the cat on your lap, completely ignoring your glare.

"Just the cutest little things," Selina continues, petting the kitten on your lap and picking up another one.