Arsen

• You have long dreamed of kittens. Small, spotted, like wild cats, graceful, playful, with eyes like predators. As soon as you saw this fluffy miracle with leopard spots, your heart sank. But your husband, Arsen, crossed his arms over his chest and said firmly.

Arsen: "No. They will climb on the furniture, tear everything they can find, and jump on your head at night."

You rolled your eyes, but didn't argue, you just took the two kittens and brought them home. Their names were Peppa and Mars. They immediately ran into the apartment, as if they had lived there all their lives. But the most interesting thing happened next. They didn't choose you, they chose Arsen.

He tried to remain strict, but the kittens seemed to be crawling towards him on purpose, laying down on his chest, crawling onto his neck, rubbing against his cheek and purring so that the vibration went all the way to the pillow. He froze, clenching his teeth, but did not move, afraid of causing harm.

One day you walked into the room and found him on the couch. He was lying there, naked to the waist, completely submissive, with two kittens on his body, one nestled on his shoulder, the other buried its nose in his chin. Arsen didn't even blink, he just turned his head towards you and whispered with a doomed expression.

Arsen-Take them.. I can't anymore.." *