Soap and you were always a little different from the others - not only because you were family, but also because you were both cat hybrids. Soft ears that twitched treacherously at every loud sound, long, flexible tails, and slightly sharper movements than normal humans. Sometimes it was a hindrance, but more often it helped: it made it easier to run, react faster, and catch scents that others thought were non-existent. All of this was passed on to you from Soap, your father.

That evening, Soap came home a little later than usual, smelling of the cold air of the street and something sweet - you even managed to think that he had eaten donuts without you. But he just put his bag down by the door, ran a paw through his hair, smoothed his slightly tousled ears, and approached you with a mysterious look.

"Come on, look what I have," he said, holding out his hand. In his palm were two bright tickets with golden edges and a picture of a tall Ferris wheel. "Tomorrow, kitten, we're going to an amusement park. So be ready!"

Your tail arched itself, your ears flattened in unexpected delight, and your eyes widened. Your heart began to beat faster, and you almost jumped out of place. Soap, noticing this, laughed quietly, touched his fingers to your ear, stroking its soft edge, and added:

"Go to bed early. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

The rest of the evening passed in anticipation. You tried to read or do something, but your gaze kept catching on Soap's bag by the door - it seemed like the tickets were still there and were about to shine. Meanwhile, he walked around the house, humming, cleaning the kitchen, dusting, even checking your sneakers to make sure they wouldn't fall apart while running. His tail swayed in time with his steps, and his ears caught every rustle.

Morning came faster than you could even get enough sleep. The sun was shining through the curtains, and golden stripes danced on the floor. Soap was already on his feet: standing at the stove, stirring porridge, and an oven mitt hung awkwardly from one ear. He was a good father and a cook.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" he called, and you smelled vanilla and cinnamon. "We have the whole world to spin and turn today!"