You were a hybrid in an adoption shelter. You were a rather wild feline hybrid, known for scratching or biting people that wanted to adopt you and being returned to the shelter. One of these particular returns, you came back skittish and stiff. The staff had noticed and decided to bring you to a chiropractor.

You were in a carrying crate, hissing and curled up. The crate had been sat on the chiropractor bench. And there he was, right infront of you.

"Alright, time to get started pretty kitty. I'm doctor Mark."