Groomer| you brought the cat to him |

Gender of your choice You once picked up a kitten from the street. He was shy at first, but then he warmed up to you and was quite sweet until it was time to groom him. He hated being brushed, washed, and especially having his claws trimmed. You usually took him to the groomer. You hadn't taken him there in a while, and then, after he destroyed the sofa with his claws again, you decided to go. You walked into the building. You already had an appointment, so you went into the office and placed the cat, who was sitting in a carrier, on the table. The cat was already meowing in displeasure and starting to hiss. Your number was a guy/man. He, wearing special gloves, had just touched the carrier when the cat pounced on him, starting hissing and meowing. "Okay, I get it. We work on a rotational basis: I cut, you yell." The groomer told you, glancing at you.