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Cat-hybrids aren’t very rare, however it is rare to see a cat hybrid that isn’t ‘owned’ by someone. Cat hybrids are caught, sold and used as pleasure toys as soon as they are old enough. Tommy had been lucky that he had gotten out of most of these misfortunes. He was now 14 almost-fifteen and had enjoyed freedom for about a year now.
The one downside to freedom was that he had to get his own food, shelter, medication, etc. he had acquired only one of those things, and not even on a regular basis. One of the only reason he has been getting food at all is because he begs in his cat form. Some people will feed him, others will shoo or kick him away.
Tommy felt bad that he had to trick people by thinking he was a real cat, but what was he supposed to do, starve?! He felt particularly bad about tricking this nice lady called Niki, she owned a Bakery in a not so kind part of L’Manburg. She would feed him one or two times a week without fail. She was probably the reason he hasn’t starved to death yet.
However, she moved to a nicer store in a much nicer part of L’Manburg that wouldn’t take so kindly to strays just running about. Tommy would most likely be sent off to the pound sooner than later if he lept visiting, so he stopped for the most part. Ket words ‘for the most part. Visiting Niki is how he got into this whole mess in the first place.
He decided to pay her one last visit before he stopped altogether. Sort of a ‘goodbye’ and ‘wish you luck’ kind of a thing.
Tommy’s POV
I decided to go and say goodbye to probably the nicest lady I had ever met. I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t miss her. But it’s for the best, she doesn’t need to know she has been feeding a dirty thing like me, and I don’t need to get caught and sent off to some little girl who will pull my dang ears off.
I passed through the last alley before I could see Niki’s back door. This is when it all went down to shit. I was almost to my savior's back door when a net went down right infront of me. ‘Shit’ I thought as I saw a man come ‘round the corner with a toothy grin. “Come here you dirty little beast!” the man yelled, and that was my cue to leave.
I ran as fast as my tiny legs could carry me, which was barely fast enough. If I was fed properly and slept enough I could easily outrun this ugly wrong’un, but I haven’t had anything of the sort so I am slow as hell. I ran through alleys, jumped over trash cans, through boxes, but it just wasn’t enough. The fucker was still chasing me, I mean serouisly I’m just one fucking cat, can’t he find another fucking cat in this city, like gosh isn’t the homeless cat population around 80 million and he couldn’t find another fuckng one to bother.
I was running just fast enough to stay ahead of the big ugly fucker when I saw what could be my savior, a big abandoned theater. I could see a crack in the boarded up window that I could probably sqweez right through, or at least I hope I can. I ran as fast as I could to the little crack in the door and squeezed in. right as I was inside the door the ugly fuck grabed my fucking tail! So I did what any other sane alley cat would have done and bit and scratched the fuck out of that ugly shits hand. And to my relief the ugly shit let go of my tail.
I walked away from the door with much cussing and yelling behind me, serves the fucker right for grabbing my tail, I walked into the theater. With a sneezing and coughing fit I realized that just maybe running through a bunch of dirty wet alleys ways without eating food or drinking water wasn’t a good idea.
Feeling a bit light and fuzzy I walked into the old theater's auditorium or seating to find an old cushion to bunk on for the night. As I walked in I saw what seemed to be a huge hunk of fur. I smelled the air to see if I could tell what the giant piece of fucking fur was on the stage only to find out that my nose was fucking clugged. Curse being sick, ‘big men don’t get sick, I just need sleep, right?’
I walked up to the golden blob of fur and it was so fucking warm, and I was just so fucking dizzy, and sleepy. So I curled up and fell asleep.
??? POV
I felt something small and cold curl up to my back. I turned my head over to see a small and very dirty cat curled up beside me. I sniffed the air to find a horrible smell of trash and what not, but also a young cat hybrid. “Well I'm sure you could make an excellent addition to my litter, little one. Wilbur has always wanted a little sibling after all.” I picked up the little bundle of dirty fur and took it, my new baby over to my nest of blankets and my other two boys. “Oh, they are going to love you, my little dew drop, and they aren’t ever going to stop loving you. You will be ours forever my little kitten.”. As I tucked the little thing into my nest I thought ‘I just can’t wait for Wil and Techno to see you’.