Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
As he spoke, he looked at Carl: "This one looked even less like it. So tall, all dressed up in a suit. Just didn't seem right for our place."
Carl really wasn't a good fit, and as everyone knew, he was a neat freak.
Especially for this kind of "wild game."
Other guys could keep a cat and, when flirting, say, Wanna come to my place and watch my cat do a backflip?
As for Mr. Jenkins, he didn't even deserve it.
Because he really thought the cat smelled.
Back then, even Ancient Ferocious Beasts like Chaos.
He would always pick up the animal with a handkerchief, throw it into the river, and tell it to wash its fur well.