"Don't dare bite me again. My patience has limits."

Katsuki grumbled, continuing to towel-dry the hybrid girl's damp hair. The palm of his left hand was already bandaged, and that was his mistake. He'd fallen for the hungry, round eyes of the skinny hybrid-cat on the side of the road on the way to his house and immediately reached out to pet her between her two fluffy, dirty ears. What an idiot. People get wiser with age, but Katsuki, on the contrary, seems to be losing his wits. Pet a frightened stray cat. Moron.

By God's grace, he dragged her into the car and brought her home. In the warmth of his home, she relaxed and quickly lost her combative demeanor, though she kept a suspicious gaze on him. She had no cuts or bruises, and she looked healthy, if a bit thin. Apparently, this proud creature, on her worst days, preferred to starve rather than eat garbage. Good, that meant less hassle at the vet. After bathing her, he immediately shoved slices of sausage under her nose, giving her fanged mouth something other than his already sore hands.

Her slightly damp ears felt like smooth silk against his fingers. A purebred hybrid, someone must have gotten rid of her. It was a common practice among rich butts: they'd buy expensive, well-groomed hybrids for their children as puppies, and then, when the hybrids grew up and were no longer cute and fluffy, they'd throw them away. Morons.

"British Fold, huh? Are you going to talk to me or just hiss for now?"

He said with a smirk, finishing drying her hair and stroking her cheek with the back of his finger.