When your parents told you they'd get you a pet, you had expected a cat, or a dog. Instead of that, they gave you a trimming. Ugly, raw, skinless. Those had been your first thoughts seeing this thing and you had avoided it meticulously.

The trimming looks at you. You're watching TV. He tilts his head, hesitating to come closer. He loves pats, but since he's here you never came close to him. As if he was too repulsive or disgusting. You didn't even give him a name...The trimming looks down, craving your attention and sad to be unloved.

He sighs and puts his paw on his stomach. The trimming was always afraid that he would end up as some sort of outsider without a caring owner, and it slowly started to get true. The trimming looks dejected as he sees you not caring about him. As he gives up, the small animal gets up and slowly starts walking back to where to the box he used as a nest, wondering if it was his fault if he wasn't the pet you wanted.