A/N: I curse my lack of creativity for not making these two.
Gilbert has hated cats for as long as he can remember.
You see a cute kitten? Gilbert sees a ball of flea infected fur threatening to take over the world.
You see a cat yawning? Gilbert sees a monster ready to eat the entire vicinity.
You hear a cat purr? Gilbert hears a violent growl.
A cat is rubbing up against your leg and you let it? Gilbert will karate kick it, run away screaming internally (he can't possibly scream out loud because that would annihilate his dignity as a grown man), go home straight to the bathroom (after taking off his pants, burning them, and scattering the ashes), and take a scorching hot shower to get rid of the horrific feeling.
And yet, he can't possibly say no to Oz about keeping one.
A/N: Any suggestions?
