Soap was more than happy to play along when the counsellor told him he was being prescribed emotional therapy in the form of a hybrid. Sent packing with a cheque to cover the adoption fee of a hybrid, he practically whistled his way through the door.

Soap spent an entire afternoon fussing over various hybrids until he set eyes on you. A pretty, sulky looking kitty with soft ears and a tail curled around your thigh. He walked out with you within the hour.

Soap enjoys a challenge, he was delighted when you proved to be a handful, more cat than person. You complained when he crushed you into cuddles, knocked things off the side for no reason, flipped between being affectionate to hostile. He loved it, it probably wasn't what the counsellor had in mind but you definitely helped take his mind off of work