Romeo and Javier

"Romeo, oh romeo. where far art thou romeo?" Javier muttered. "I swear to god, if you got yourself stuck in between the walls again trying to devour mice, i will leave you there to rot."
He opened the coat closet, expecting to find the over weight Tabbi cat happily munching an a mutilated mouse. To his dismay, that was not the case. He'd searched through out the entire house, all except for one room. The last place a fashion designer wanted any animal to be, beloved pet or not.
" If you have run a claw through ANY of my fabrics i will skin you alive and use your fur for the new fall fashion magazine..." He growled.
He walked down the hall, saw the door to his home studio open, and could only brace himself for any possible disaster that may have befallen his projects, a week before deadlines had to be met. One glance around the room was all it took to send him reeling into a blind, catastrophic mental break down.
There was hardly a distinguishable article of clothing left to salvage. The room reeked of cat urine. The fall coats were shredded into a gruesome array of sheep wool and cashmere. Not even the decorative window curtains were spared. They swayed in the breeze coming though the open window with an almost desolate fluidity. In the midst of the catastrophe was the oh so conspicuous Romeo. The feline from the ninth level with angelic blue eyes.
There was a dramatic moment where the eyes of the livid man and the nonchalant feline both locked in a time altering moment of enlightenment.
For Javier, it was the realization that he might actuallly skin his sister's animal alive while she was on vacation in Cuba. The cat simply knew that it was time to perform the routine dodging, leaping, and yowling after doing the usual entertaining activities in one of Javier's deserted rooms. And so the ceremonial dance of Javier and Romeo began.
Romeo leaped from desk to desk with the typical feline grace. Javier doggedly pursued the object of his loathing in a murderous rage, hell bent on capturing his intended source for coat trimming replacements. His movements were more like that of a intoxicated ogre. It was a monsterous ballet of chaos performed with passion and gusto. It comes to an abrupt standstill when his sister stumbles upon the scene.
"Javi?" she asks. "Why didn't you close the door?"
Javier is knocked out of his blind rampage by Hanna's voice.
"Why do i have to be the one to keep the damned cat all the time?"
"You're the only one who won't throw him out a window, attempt to cook him, lock him in a closet, 'accidently' run him over, or beat him with a ceremonial spear." She replied, listing all the traumatizing events Romeo had been subjected to by each of her brothers.
Javier detangled himself from a heap of shredded cloth.
"Well you can add another one on to the list. Romeo came very close to accentuating my new collection for fall's teen magazine." He informed her.
His sister gave him a half hearted glare of disaproval.
" You would never dare."
She was right. To an extent. Romeo's fur would be much better suited for the winter editions.