Dylan O'Brien

The Cat

Dylan had always loved dogs. That didn't mean he hated cats—he just didn't entirely trust them. They were too quiet, too cunning, and always seemed to be plotting something. But since he was dating Adriana, and she happened to have a cat, he decided to make an exception.

At least, that was the plan.

One evening, he was lounging on her sofa, flipping through channels while Adriana was in the kitchen getting some snacks. Everything was fine—until he felt a pair of piercing eyes on him.

Slowly, he turned his head and saw Adriana's cat sitting on the armrest, staring at him with the same intensity as a detective interrogating a suspect.

"Uh... hey there, kitty," Dylan said uncertainly, giving a slight wave.

The cat didn't blink.

Dylan swallowed. "Look, I know that technically I'm on your turf, but, uh, I come in peace. No need for hostility, okay?"

The cat remained motionless, its tail twitching slightly.

"Great conversation," Dylan muttered, turning back to the TV and trying to pretend that no one was watching him.

But in the next instant, he saw a blur of fur and claws, and suddenly, bam!—the cat lunged at him.

"Ah! Why?!" Dylan shrieked, desperately trying to fend off the cat as it clamped onto his arm, digging in its claws. He stumbled and fell off the sofa, trying to carefully shake the cat off without hurting it.

Hearing the commotion, Adriana rushed in to find Dylan on the floor with wide, panicked eyes, while her cat sat triumphantly on the sofa, flicking its tail with smug satisfaction. She couldn't hold back her laughter.