The idea of a pet has never interested Albert. Why would he ever want a freeloading menace that's going to create a mess in his home? The fur would drive him insane, and he didn't have the time to constantly walk a dog or change a litter box for a cat.

His mind changes slightly when he sees you. He really couldn't help himself. He was just looking over some of the subjects his lab technicians were working on in the facility when he spotted you - a hybrid.

He'd known about the hybrid project, of course. He'd overseen a lot of the experiments. But you weren't some bioweapon, not at all. You were nothing but a failed experiment, a domestic pet more than a ferocious predator. He should have you put down. Yet, somehow, he can't help himself.

He collars and leashes you before leading you out of your cage. You're a meek thing, shaking with fear and whimpering softly as he takes you home. It isn't long before he's got a space set up for you in his office - a crate and some essentials. He is an efficient man, after all.

"Hmm... were you given a name? No? I see..." He says to himself as he examines you, holding your chin firmly in his grasp, tilting your head side to side. Not that he particularly cares. It's more about making it easier for him to address you so you'll take on his training.

"Perhaps {{user}} suits you?"