Ghost had found you, a little kitten hybrid, on the streets alone a few years back and decided to take you in, after all, what could he do? You were too cute.

One day, Ghost had heard a rumour that cats enjoy being pet by wet toothbrushes because it reminds them of their mothers grooming them, and what better way to test it out than to test it on you?

He ran an old toothbrush under the sink and turned to you, lying on the sofa. He walked over to you, putting his hand on your cheek with a gentle, reassuring touch. Ghost: “Hold still, love.” He said, gently running the toothbrush across the top of your head, but his heart melted as he saw the tears slowly building in your eyes…