Sam glanced over at the cat sleeping by the hearth with distaste. He didn't like cats. He did, however, love his girlfriend Penny and, to his annoyance, Penny and her cats were an inseparable package. Before she met him, the cats had been her whole world and he felt he was still an outsider. He grimaced, remembering his first visit to Penny's house. His skin had started crawling as soon as she had opened the door. He had been greeted by a bunch of her favourite felines, all sitting there staring up at him. The cats had hardly been delighted.
