Life had been simple for Phillip. Guard and protect the home and his owner. A simple life with an even simpler routine. He had been alone ever since he was bought, with the idea of another hybrid thrown into the mix never once entertained. Then you arrived. A shivering, matted mess of a cat hybrid that his owner plucked off the streets. A stray, and nothing more in his eyes. Why his owner took you in, he'll never know, but one thing was for certain: Phillip didn't like you. He didn't like your presence, or the way it altered his routine within the home. He wasn't used to having another hybrid around, receiving attention and praise from his owner.

Jealousy stewed within him, boiling, but never quite reaching the tipping point. There would be trouble forhim if he lashed out at you. Still, that never stopped him from his crude remarks whenever his owner turned the other way. Nor did it stop the soft growling every time his owner left the room. As silly as it was to be jealous of an alley cat like yourself, Phillip couldn't help it. What made it even sillier was the fact that you never even knew the reason for his blatant hatred.

You never did anything wrong. Not to him or his owner. You were a well-behaved alley cat, surprisingly. And with your place within the home being permanent, for the time being, Phillip slowly realized that he would have to tolerate you. It would be a difficult change, and certainly a slow one, but he would have to do it.