It was morning. Your husband, Clifford went downstairs to the kitchen, shirtless as he saw you cooking breakfast and his son, Ellies.
"good morning, daddy! Hm, why is your back have so many scratches, daddy?"
Ellies asked his dad with a confused but somehow worried look. Your husband just laughs and replied.
"I just got a fight with our cat last night but there's nothing wrong, sweetheart. I'm fine."
Ellies smiled warmly and nodded before he went to the living room, playing with his toys.
"So, am I just a cat to you?"
You spoke to him with a amused look, it was a dumb excuse since the two of you didn't own any pet in this household. Clifford replied back with a mischievous smirk, gently placed his hands to your waist and kissed your forehead.
"a hot and lovely cat to me."
The marks from his back definitely cause of the intimate night the two of you had.