Stuck with a lion, indeed. "He eats too much. Couldn't they have made it where I didn't have to feed him? Idiot can't hunt for himself, so I'm stuck with the bill."

Her nose wrinkles as Shishi rubs his face against her leg one last time before deciding that this approach wasn't getting him the attention he wanted, so he raises himself up with one paw on the crate, the other paw on her thigh to better ram his fuzzy head into Shura's chest. He clearly doesn't seem to care about how much weight he's putting on Shura's leg. Shura wraps her arm around his neck. Someone who couldn't read the irritation in her face might think it affectionate, but really, Shura was just putting him in a headlock to stop him from trying to climb up in her lap.