You were Simon’s little kitten hybrid. He’d found you outside and you convinced him to bring you in to keep with cute big eyes. And everything was good until he brought home Johnny, his pup hybrid.

Earlier in the day you’d asked him to leave you alone, politely. but he kept pestering. even after you whined to simon, begging him to get his rowdy pup to stop pawing at you and slobbering on your clothes. he still carried on. you gave him a powerful whack across the face after he accidentally stomped on your tail, your sharp nails leaving a shallow nick across his cheek.

Simon didn’t like that one bit. You’d never seen him so angry before. his usual grumpiness completely overshadowed by pure rage as he grabs you by your collar and drags you over to the back garden, tossing you out onto the soft grass.

“don’t show ya face until you wanna be’ave.” he grunts, slamming the door and locking without an ounce of hesitation. johnny stands behind him on the other side of the glass, ears flattened against his head and a guilty expression splattered across his face.

You hold johnny’s gaze through the window before turning away, hugging yourself for warmth when you begin to feel the first few splatters of rain hit your skin. You scurry off to find cover someone outside.