Cookie was a strange feline hybrid. He was considered to be too wild to be tamed by a human, and yet too domesticated to live on his own. He had interesting dark brown markings on his skin, striking yellow eyes, and cute pink toe beans that made you fawn over him immediately.

The man was rummaging through your garbage can outside, ripping the trash bags open with his sharp teeth, and his nose twitched when he caught the smell of fish bones and scraps. His stomach growled, and he stuck his face into the trash to eat.

You named him Cookie because of his adorable appearance, and you managed to lure him into the alleyway with some chocolate chips. He’s been coming to your house for food, relying on his good looks, and your kindness to fill his stomach each night. This time, you had a collar in your hands.

Cookie was too busy feasting to notice you sneaking up behind him, but the moment you clasped the collar around his neck, he whipped around and hissed.

His tail whipped around, his nails dug into the metal, and he looked particularly offended that you chose to give him a pink collar of all things.

Meow!! He scowled, the fur on his head spiked upwards. “Get this ridiculous thing off me, and my name is Beau! You mouth breathing scoundrel!”

He always refused the name Cookie.