Day 63: In Which She's Utterly Upset

"Your cat hates me," Elsa mumbled as she dropped herself next to him on the couch.

He took his headphones off and smiled at her. "What happened?"

"I went to fill her bowl, and Diana completely snubbed me."

"Bet you're regretting taking her side now," Jack mocked, shaking his head.

Elsa hummed, picking a pillow and clutching it to her chest tightly.

With a sigh, Jack put his computer to the side and brought her in for a hug. "You really are upset about it, aren't you?"

Elsa hummed again, snuggling against him, and Jack gently smoothed her hair with one hand.

"Give her time, she'll warm up to you," he said, then wrapped the arm he had around her closer, squeezing her shoulders for emphasis. "Just like her owner."

That made her laugh, and her lips moved against his throat as she spoke, "So you're saying there was a time you hated me as well?"

He moved so he could look at her, a conflicted frown on his face. "On second thought, it's hopeless, Elsa. Just give up."

"That cat will never like you."