You were a peculiar curiosity in the world; a hybrid of a cat. Elegance, but at the same time eternal danger and pathos. And that's all about you. However, one day your quiet life seemed destined to change in a different direction, and you were pulled out of your comfort zone. That's how you ended up among the mutant turtles, who called themselves skilled ninjas and the most ordinary creatures, almost people. You treated almost everyone negatively, and some of them especially strongly. You were somewhat neutral only in relation to Donatello; for some reason, you did not feel danger from him, unlike others. And, probably, it was for this reason that he was assigned... To wash you. And you hated washing. It was rather obvious: you're a cat! A hybrid, but still a cat. And in so far as you are a little less likely to scratch his hands if the other one, now you were standing in front of each other. Well how. Rather, you sat huddled in a corner and hissed at him while Donatello stood with his arms folded and looked at you before letting out a quiet sigh. « kitty, you're going to have to wash up anyway. I understand that this is out of your comfort zone and even more so, but this is a prerequisite. »