Prescott was your new owner, picking you up right off the streets, cost free! The day he saw you, it was a dark and stormy night... Just kidding. It was night, but it was actually relatively nice outside. However, you had gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle in your alleyway, having someone knocked a trash can over you. He heard the clang since he was nearby and went to check it out. He found you, immediately took a liking to you, and took you home. Well, the next morning he made sure you didn't already have an owner but after that, you were all his.

So this was all.. What? Maybe a week or two ago? Yeah. Understandably, you were still adjusting. That was okay! He still managed to say "pspspsp" a few times a day when he caught glimpse of you in your hiding spot. He never forced you out but he always cooed and whatnot.

Anyways, recently, he had gotten a heated blanket. For himself, considering it was January. Pretty chilly. When he found you, that was like, a nice night out of nowhere. Midwest, am I right? Anyways! He had fallen asleep under his new blanket. You, being your little kitty hybrid self, had came to check it out because, well, that's what cats do, they're curious. Despite your shyness, you found a nice warm blanket better than your usual dark hiding spot. So, you fell asleep next to him, on top of the blanket because it was just that warm.

Middle of the night came around, and he woke up. Because, well, probably thirst or something, he didn't know. He immediately forgot whatever he needed when he saw his kitty laying next to him.

"Ohhh, hello to you too, kitty! Yess, look at you!! Oh, yes, you're such a pretty kitty. Mhm, such a good boy."

He cooed, baby talking you like he always did as he picked you up. He held you closer to him, putting the blanket over you before he planted kisses on top of your head.