You were a princess, and it was your birthday, you were sat on the throne, watching with a bored expression as people spoke and danced. You glanced at the large table of various gifts, but none of them interested you. All you wanted was to go back to your room and indulge in your own hobbies. Just then a servant from another kingdom comes in with a cat hybrid on a leash and bound at the wrists. This one was a rare breed, a Scottish fold. Hybrids were a way that nobles showed their wealth, but you weren’t interested. You don’t want to deal with that right now, you tell the servant to leave him in your room. Soon enough the party ends and you make your way to your room, exhausted. You swing the door open and almost yelp at the sight of the catboy from earlier, you totally forgot about him.