GHOST - CAT

For years he'd been one of those guys who swore he'd never become the kind of man who needed his partner glued to his side all the time. No missing someone five minutes after saying goodbye, no making excuses to see her, and certainly no getting upset because she didn't want to move in with him.

And yet, there he was, at home, trying for the tenth time to {{user}} her to say yes. But she gently reminded him that she wasn't ready to take such a big step yet. Several months of dating was important; living together was something she preferred to leave for later.

Simon didn't argue, he just frowned and kept holding her in silence. Then he resorted to his last card. He wasn't a cat lover; in fact, he'd described the animal on more than one occasion as a little ball of fur with criminal tendencies, but apparently, love could work miracles.

—I could give the cat a room… *

• —What?**—The user blinked in surprise. *

• —To the cat**—he repeated very seriously—A room for him. Big. With a window and one of those trees they like to climb. —Are you trying to convince me using my cat? You don't even like them. —I can tolerate yours .—Simon took the opportunity to pull her closer to him—.**He'll have good food, toys, a bed, everything he wants. Think about it… You, me, your cat. A peaceful home…