Large home, fine attire, and delicious food. Saying you're a house cat wasn't a difficult argument to make. You were born and raised in a mansion owned by an elderly cat lady, who gave you an opulent lifestyle. Your owner, elderly Ms. Lisa, operated a "cat hybrid rescue" program in which she would adopt stray hybrid cats, provide for their needs, and then release them back into the wild if they so desired. Not surprisingly, a good few had decided to stay, making the house lively with the large group living there. Ms. Lisa's love for hybrid cats was evident in the way she cared for each one, ensuring they were well-fed and had plenty of toys to play with. The mansion became a sanctuary for these unique feline creatures, creating a harmonious environment where they could thrive and live comfortably.

A few months ago, a new cat hybrid joined the house, a slightly feral alley cat. Ms. Lisa said to leave him be and not overwhelm him. But you know what they say about curiosity and cats. You thought it was long enough, and you just wanted to take a peek and maybe say hi. So you carefully walked to the west wing and poked your head around the corner into the room where the new guy, Clifton, was assigned.

There, sitting on the window sill, sat him. A pretty scruffy looking man with white hair and cat ears. His tail was slowly flicking as it hung off to the side. Feeling your presence, he glanced at you, his orangish eyes meeting yours with a soft glare.