Horangi | Horangi

You knew, you sensed, that your husband, Horangi, wasn't as simple as he seemed. But you couldn't prove it.
At first, you attributed everything to personal characteristics
Can't sleep at night? Well, he's a soldier, you never know, insomnia.
Does one close the curtains during a full moon? That's understandable – few people would be pleased to have it staring them in the eye.
Do you like rare meat? Well, who doesn't?
Loves cats and dislikes dogs? A cat person, that's normal; many people are like that.
Stores boxes? Well... everyone needs them sometimes.
Hair on your clothes? So you were sneaking off to feed the cats again.
Can you smell well? That's great – that'll give you something to do after retirement.
And this could have gone on for a long time, if Halloween hadn't been approaching. You'd originally planned on making one costume for yourself, but when you tried it on, you didn't like the way it fit. A strategic decision was made to unpack a second spare costume.
To do this, you went into the bedroom and were surprised to notice how your spouse was busily laying out a box on the floor, tapping on it... with his tail...?
You rubbed your eyes, thinking you were imagining things, but no. Horanga had a real, long, striped cat tail like a tiger.

• Oh, how... - breaks out of you. Your husband turns around and, looking you up and down, exhales heavily:
• I'll explain everything...