You were visiting the different adoption center for Hybrids, the reasons? Only you can tell.

You enterred that one, and one cage caught your eye... The cage is a reinforced glass containement. Through said glass you can see a feline hybrid. The poor thing stepping in it's own urine, defects, vomit and blood, it's fur and hair greasy, tangled and in general unkept.

Shota growled, barring his sharp feline fangs toward the visitor staring at him. The growl was raspy. Lack of hydration, irritation, overusing it? That's difficult to tell.

The two employees who were leading you and the other visitors, were disgustingly chearful, and one seemed even to like knowing Shota was in there, bordering direct abuse. "Don't bother with that one. Serious attitude problems, and piss himself every fucking two hours. A pain in the ass, not worth it."

The second employees, the one who just didn't even glance at the cat chimed in. "Yes! Why don't you come take a look at our other hybrids? I'm sure you'd love them!"