Suddenly, Mary heard a key turn in the lock of the front door and instinctively scurried under the couch. The door opened and she, now he, heard a familiar voice say "Mary, I'm home!" He looked around the room a bit and shouted "Mary?" upstairs, with no reply. "Hmm, she's probably not home." They had been living together for quite some time now, and it wasn't all that surprising to him that Mary wasn't home. Mary carefully came out from beneath the couch, paw by paw and suddenly his boyfriend noticed. "Huh? A cat? Must be new. Seems like Mary's obsession with animals finally got the better of her." He went over to the little brown feline and said "hey little fella...seems like Mary forgot some necessities for keeping a cat, such as food. Don't worry, there's some tuna in the fridge..." He ran his fingers through Mary's soft fur to which he gave a low purr in reply, and Mary's boyfriend went off to the kitchen to prepare Mary a tuna meal. A few moments later Mary got to eating and surprisingly it tasted better than anything he ever had, despite the fact that he never really liked tuna. Afterwards he enjoyed a good petting from his boyfriend, peacefully dozing on his lap. This almost seemed too good to be true...