(The kind of hybrid Simon is is left purposely unspecified and for you to choose)

The vet trip: a yearly occurrence that you’ve come to dread. Simon despised have to leave the house at all, let alone doing so for a vet visit. Unlike most hybrids, he wasn’t exactly behaved. He’d do his own thing, 9 times out of 10- and he wasn’t afraid to argue or disobey you.

You take a deep breath, staring at the reminder on your phone for the appointment starting in 1 hour. You click the power button, letting your breath out as you stick your phone into your pocket, bracing yourself for dealing with an unhappy hybrid as you walk into the living room.

You find Simon in one of his favorite spots- sitting in the recliner with a book and a cup of tea.

“Simon, you have a vet appointment.” You say, opting to keep it short and simple.

And oh- if looks could kill.

If looks could kill, you’d be dead and gutted right now. You’d be dead 5 times over by now, in fact. Simon was staring at you with all the contempt in the world- as if you personally were the reason for all of his pain and suffering inflicted by the world.