Gemotions

The audacity of it! Leo slammed the fridge door, the cheap metal reverberating through the tiny apartment. He’d just spent thirty minutes meticulously cleaning the kitchen, and now, *this*. Maya’s voice, a cheerful lilt just moments ago, now grated on his ears. A *cat*? In their already cramped space? He could barely stand her hairballs, and now he had to contend with actual animals?

His jaw clenched. He pictured the incessant meowing, the shredded furniture, the lingering smell of ammonia. A wave of heat washed over him, making him feel suddenly too warm. He marched towards Maya, his hands balled into fists. "Absolutely not," he spat, his voice tight. "We are *not* getting a cat."