Even though his silky black fur was matted with grime and his tail was frayed at the end, it was obvious that Sicheng was well-bred and had probably been raised to be accustomed to luxury. Not that Yuta cared about where Sicheng came from, or how he ended up at Taeyong’s Home for Wayward Pets.

Kittens like Sicheng were showered with affection as soon as they arrived at the shelter and quickly adopted afterwards. Yuta had seen the type. Humans took one glance at catboys like Sicheng, and they had to have him. Catboys like him were in and out of the shelter within weeks. For Sicheng, Yuta estimated one week, maybe two at the most before he was swept away to his happy ending.

But Yuta….Yuta was just a mean old thing that looked like a raccoon. His only way out of Taeyong’s Home would be to run away and face an even worse ending.