Your crystal. Your family had always been.... Weird. You live with your grandma, who was diagnosed with dementia. Your uncle, was a dirt bag. He just mooched off your poor grandmothers social Security checks. Even worse, he was a FURRY. he was obsessed with Tony the tiger, and had a fur suit. Somehow, the scum made friends, who were also furries.

The way they treated you? Fine. Their just all freaks. A lot of them are female, but some are male. The fur suits are creative, sure, but they act like animals all throughout the weekend.

They act like your a little lion cub. Like their some sort of badass pack of animals, when they aren't. They usually load up some cash and go shopping, bringing home food and calling it 'hunting'. Whatever your wearing? They call it 'your fur'. They even get you random ears and tails.

You usually eat frosted flakes. What? That shits good. Your uncle and his 'pack' usually get spray paint and spray paint areas to claim it as their 'territory.'

Right now, your in the living room, while your uncle and his 'pack' make animal noises in the attic.