#feline disease

[millerflintstone]

Gigabyte needs to buy a lottery ticket.

To date (as of 2022),  49 cases of feline PHA (Primary Hyperaldosteronism) have been reported, and it may be the most common adrenocortical disorder in this species.

I don't know if she's #50. Her vet said that there have only been 4 diagnosed in the past 6 years, but I'm guessing she meant in general. I initially thought she meant just GA.

[feline-gal]

For your consideration; Disease Core!Vlad. Because why should Danny be the only one with a core type based on how he died?

[howgaytobequeer]

Oh my shit, poor baby.

I'm so glad you found a trial for the cure. This must be a little like how people felt when we started being able to prevent rabies. Pulling for him to make a full recovery!

this is from last night. his belly was so swollen and uncomfortable that he couldn’t bring himself to walk. Belphie will be getting oral FIP medication for the next 84 days though, and he should make a full recovery!

[petnews2day]

New cat urine test kit screens for hematuria via noninvasive procedure

New Post has been published on https://petn.ws/XGO4f

New cat urine test kit screens for hematuria via noninvasive procedure

The cat urine test kit. (Photo courtesy of Chulalongkorn University). Researchers from Chulalongkorn University (Chula) in Bangkok, Thailand have developed a cat urine test kit for the detection of urinary tract diseases that cat owners can use. The kit screens for hematuria, which can indicate kidney disease, gallstones—or cholelithiasis—, cystitis, or other diseases related to […]

See full article at https://petn.ws/XGO4f #CatsNews #Cat, #CatUrineTestKit, #Cholelithiasis, #ChulalongkornUniversity, #CKD, #Dvm360, #Feline, #FelineIdiopathicCystitis, #Gallstones, #KidneyDisease, #LunjakornAmornkitbamrung

[petcatandkitten]

How can I improve my cat's dental health? Why is dental care important?

Among the most prevalent problems that veterinarians see in cats these days is dental disease. Additionally, it can be extremely painful, particularly if ignored. The good thing is that, in contrast to many other health issues, it is typically avoidable for cats with appropriate dental care. Read Here...

[academiavet]

CISTITE HEMORRÁGICA DE ORIGEM NEOPLÁSICA

A cistite hemorrágica é a inflamação do revestimento da bexiga urinária que pode ser uma complicação grave do câncer ou seu tratamento. Agentes alquilantes à base de oxazofosforina, como ciclofosfamida e ifosfamida, são os agentes citotóxicos mais comuns associados a esse distúrbio.

Referência:

Chapter 70 - Supportive Medical Care and Pain Management in Feline Cancer Patients, Editor(s): John R. August. Consultations in Feline Internal Medicine (Fifth Edition), W.B. Saunders, 2006, Pages 665-672, ISBN 9780721604237, https://doi.org/10.1016/B0-72-160423-4/50073-1. (https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/B0721604234500731).

[askavettech]

hi,

my cat was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism today. the onset of the symptoms coincided exactly with her starting fluoxetine. i saw a couple of human cases where ssri medications like fluoxetine can cause hyperthyroidism, but then the vet that saw my cat today essentially called me crazy for asking if that could also happen in cats.

if it does, i feel so awful. like i wanted her to go on the medication because she was so angry and fearful and volatile, and it helped her behaviour, but i’m just so worried that it’s my fault that she’s sick.

i know hyperthyroidism can happen in older cats, and she is 13, but it appearing so suddenly (she was perfectly physically healthy before) and with the fluoxetine feels really bizarre if it is just a horrible coincidence.

i’m not expecting you to make a diagnosis or anything, but if you have any advice or resources I would really appreciate it.

thank you

Firstly, I am SO sorry for how late this is and SO sorry your kitty is experiencing health issues. 

I hope things are better now, but I still like to talk about your submission.

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Now; DON'T YOU DARE BLAME YOURSELF! Cats are amazing at hiding symptoms and pain because they are small enough to be preyed upon by larger animals. It's a survival instinct that they still use even when they're cared for and pampered by their humans. This can make proper diagnosis of cats very difficult. Diagnosis in veterinary medicine is generally difficult simply because our patients can't tell us if something hurts or how they feel. We have to diagnose using our best tools, diagnosis, knowledge, and intuition.

But sometimes, it comes down to the process of elimination. And I have a feeling that may be what is going on here.

I also want to quickly say that I feel the veterinarian who was talking with you, handled this situation poorly. You were concerned about your cat so you brought up a question! They should have explained their reasoning, not called you crazy. That's poor communication and someone who doesn't want to take your concerns into consideration as a client and pet parent. I'm so very sorry this happened to you and this vet seems like a butthead.

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So, in vet med, we use Fluoxetine in cats for anxiety, fear, aggression, and inappropriate behavior (like urinating outside the litterbox chronically). It's a very useful medication! And if your cat benefited from it, that's amazing! 

A cat that is constantly stressed will undoubtedly become ill. Think about how when we're stressed, we're more likely to get sick. Same principle here. So if we can make the patient calmer and feel more at ease, that's the goal. Comfort and symptom management are a big part of veterinary medicine.

Now, I had never heard that fluoxetine can cause hypertension, but I don't know how people work, so I don't have that reference point. A quick Google search says that SSRIs can raise blood pressure in humans - so you're right.

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So, because I have not heard about fluoxetine corresponding with hypertension, I did some research: 

1. R.L. Stepien. Feline Systemic Hypertension: Diagnosis and Management. Journal of Feline Medicine and Surgery. 13(1): 35-43. DOI:https://doi.org/10.1016/j.jfms.2010.11.008

Link: https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/epub/10.1016/j.jfms.2010.11.008

2. A. Miele, L. Sordo, & D.A. Dunn-Moore. Feline Aging: Promoting Physiological and Emotional Well-Being. Veterinary Clinics: Small Animal Practice. 50(4): 719-748. DOI:https://doi.org/10.1016/j.cvsm.2020.03.004

(Put the DOI into SciHub to read the paper.)

Let's first talk a little about hypertension. More commonly known as high blood pressure, hypertension is when the pressure in the blood vessels is too high.1 This causes strain on the entire body and can cause damage to multiple organ systems.1,2

Per both papers, one of the symptoms of hypertension can be behavioral changes. There could be a chance that your cat was exhibiting these behaviors because of undiagnosed hypertension.2 

Hypertension, as you pointed out, is most commonly seen in our aging cats; "...13% of apparently healthy cats aged more than 9 years are hypertensive."2 "In one study that included seven cats with idiopathic hypertension, it appeared that most or all of these cats were >12 years of age."1 Hypertension also usually goes hand in hand with kidney and thyroid issues - which are also very common in aging cats; "Approximately 20–60% of feline CKD [chronic kidney disease] patients are hypertensive...hypertension in hyperthyroid cats is likewise variable, but is considered to be approximately 10–20%."1 Though there are other more uncommon causes; "Other diseases or drugs can, less commonly, cause hypertension, including hyperaldosteronism, DM, acromegaly, hyperadrenocorticism, and erythropoietin therapy."2

Some other interesting statistics:

"Systemic hypertension:

13% of apparently healthy cats greater than 9 years of age 

Less than 25% to 65% with CKD [chronic kidney disease]

 10% to 90% with hyperthyroidism"2 

"Medical differentials for common behavioral changes in elderly cats 

Hypertension 

Degenerative disease 

Neoplasia 

Infection 

Metabolic 

Pain or inflammation"2

In Promoting Physiological and Emotional Well-Being, there is only one mention of fluoxetine as a treatment for cognitive dysfunction syndrome - basically kitty dementia. Feline Systemic Hypertension: Diagnosis and Management had no mention of the drug.

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So, it's hard what really happened - I think we'd have to be able to really speak cat to know for sure. Ultimately, what matters now is keeping your kitty comfortable and healthy. And if her care plan includes fluoxetine, in my unprofessional opinion, I think that's okay. 

[orcinus-veterinarius]

Information to know about your pet… before you visit the vet:

- What kind of food does your pet eat? Include the brand name and flavor, as well as the amount fed and how often they eat. Remember that “one scoop” doesn’t mean much, so be sure to quantify it in cups, etc. before your next visit. Don’t forget to mention treats, or any recent diet changes!

- What medications, if any, does your pet take? Please know the drug name, dosage, and frequency, as well as how long they’ve been on it. Preventatives count as meds too! Different brands protect against different parasites, so be sure to know which your pet takes.

- Is your pet ever exposed to other animals? This includes animals in the home, at the dog park, groomers, daycare, boarding, and play dates with neighbors or friends. When was their most recent exposure?

- Is your pet up to date on vaccines? Which ones? Just the core vaccines (rabies and DHPP for dogs/FVRCP for cats), or non-core such as lepto, influenza, Bordetella, and/or feline leukemia as well? If not up to date, did they ever receive any vaccines in the past, and when?

- Does your pet have any relevant medical history? Please disclose any previous illnesses or surgeries you are aware of to your vet team.

- What is your pet’s spay/neuter status? Different reproductive diseases affect intact and altered animals. If you’re unsure, just let us know!

- Has your pet traveled recently? This includes everything from trips out of the country to a day drive across town for a swim at the lake. Certain toxins and diseases are more prevalent in different environments.

- Is your pet nervous or aggressive? There’s no shame in this! Please let us know for our safety and your pet’s.

Remember that not all vet visits are planned, so be sure to learn this information ahead of time. I hope this helps better equip you to advocate for your pet!

Fellow vet professionals, feel free to add on!

[drawn-and-talk-of-peace]

My cat goes for his follow up cardiology appointment tomorrow, so I’ll probably be up all night worrying.

[sochai13]

domestic dazai … <3

— dazai inviting you into the shower after a rather unforgiving day, immediately adjusting the water temperature to be soothingly warm as it runs on your skin. he’ll squirt a bit of your shampoo into his palm before massaging it into your scalp, lithe fingers working all the tension that lingers away. he’ll hum a calming melody while rinsing out the shampoo, pressing soft kisses against your shoulder and neck afterwards.

— dazai whining as the two of you made your way back home from a little walk, coming across a street cat that he insisted was ‘too cute not to pet’. the man didn’t give it a second thought as he let her love on his hand, scratching behind her ear while the little feline purred. even as you advised him with furrowed brows about diseases or parasites he could be getting, dazai could care less as he looked back and forth between you and the cat with adoring eyes.

— dazai noticing how sleepy you were while out, the insomnia undoubtedly catching up to you. of course despite how much he hated the act, he offered to drive home almost immediately after seeing the half lidded, drowsy look in your eyes. when you arrived home, he quietly opened the car door, scooping up your sleeping body bridal style as gently as possible. dazai carried you to your shared bed, careful not to disturb that peaceful expression on your face while setting you down and sliding the warm comforter over you before coming to join you a few minutes later.

— dazai in the kitchen with you during the later months of the year, a sugary aroma filling the air as you stirred the cookie batter you were making. he insisted on helping you bake, brushing his intentions off as ‘emotional support’ when you questioned his lack of pastry skills. dazai’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as he watched you simply stir with an attentive look in his eyes only your darling could have.

[beecroft]

Veterinary clinic in Singapore offering echocardiography for cats and dogs, pet cancer, thyroid disease, genitourinary disease care, endoscope vet services, and internal medicine specialists for dogs and cats.

[pangur-and-grim]

if I were you, I'd get your dang money back from that breeder.

FIP is a random chance event. nearly all cats are exposed during kittenhood to the feline coronavirus, and only in a small percentage of them does it mutate into FIP.

as for the other two pathogens (feline calcivrus and mycoplasma) - I don't know where he picked them up. maybe he came to me pre-diseased, in which case, I'd have a reason to be pissed at the breeder! or maybe he got them on a trip to my parents house. or maybe he got them from the catio. or from the vet's office, when he went in for vaccines and neutering.

FIP messes with the immune system, meaning that affected cats have a hard time fighting off pathogen exposures that a health cat would shrug off with no problem. so it could be that, if not for the FIP, he'd be in perfect health with zero diseases.

tl;dr there are so many unknowns at play that I have a hard time blaming anyone or anything.

[witchofthesouls]

There's so many variations of "Things about Humans/Things Humans do that gross/creep out the Transformers". What would they find interesting about humans that we may not necessarily think much of? Hair is definitely up there I'd say.

That humans can't see their own stripes since they are only visible under ultraviolet light.

They're called Blaschko lines, and they're as unique as fingerprints. They can be visible with skin disorders.

Some people can figure out their pattern if they have a tendency to freckle from sunlight. Others claim they figured theirs out by following mole placement.

So Cybertronians would be absolutely fascinated by humans walking around with their markings and completely boggled that they can't see them. At one point, they thought flannel, zebra stripes, cheetah print, and other fun patterns were some sort of fashion statement along with their Blaschko lines. Cybertronians thought it was abstract art that delighted some and infuriated others because of incongruent matches.

Hair wouldn't be too strange to them as long, thin strands of wires were a fashion statement and a status symbol at some points. It's just that human 'fur' doesn't fulfill its primary function of warmth. It's the secondary functions that humans fuss over. Some hairstyles are absolutely wild to them, like the pouf style of Marie Antoinette's era with ships and bird cages with live specimens.

Cybertronians are rightfully concerned over humanity's collective urge to adopt dangerous fauna as pets or to keep in their household. Canines and felines are popular, but so are reptiles, arachnids, avians, and sea predators. Humans have no fangs, claws, or exoskeleton, but they feel compelled to take poisonous, venomous, and/or proficient hunters into their arms.

Humanity's history of agriculture and culinary explorations are multi-tiered mental fuckery mazes. It brought many mechs to tears trying to trace the impact of the cabbage family across the world. Fungi is another field that the less is delved into, the better their mental health. (Who!? Who the Pits came up with Hákarl!?)

What's really fascinating about human biology is just how resilient they can be. Sure, they can squish one with their foot, but humans manage to figure out how to survive without major organs with medical intervention, which is far more metal than some other organic species they deal with. What's really gross-curious is the extent, like how a bone graft will attempt to match the skeleton of its new host or how their resiliency can backfire with medical conditions, like autoimmune diseases and cancers. (Teratoma was a freaky thing to them. An unwanted extra mass that could grow teeth, bones, and hair within it!?)

Food intolerances confuse them. Especially since individuals with lactose intolerance have no fear of any culinary deity. Whatever sins committed is a wretched pact between that human and the toilet.

Another confusing aspect is the constant debate of a soul among humans. Popular arguments are the heart, stomach, and brain/mind. Meanwhile, the Cybertronian 'soul' isn't a philosophical debate. It's a physical reality with their spark.

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 .

# with donquixote doflamingo.

the king of dressrosa had what he wanted — when he wanted. you included.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, day twenty-three. smut (mdni!). shibari. power imbalance. usage of devil-fruit. toxic!relationship. obsessed!doflamingo. mentions of blood. kidnapping. sadistic!doflamingo. honestly, doflamingo. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 1.8k.

marines were oftentimes disappointing — powerless marines, however, with a hero’s ego and character, were a disease. the truth of dressrosa’s reign nature was his perfected little secret, yet it was not uncommon for certain doubts to reach the surface, those who, however, were swiftly eliminated by vergo. doflamingo’s domain had emerged through a foolproof plan, therefore its aftermath was of insufferable boredom. aware of such, the man who previously occupied the heart seat of the donquixote allowed an arrogant, avaricious rear-admiral to reach the kingdom’s barriers — a bit of fun offered to its king.

the man, for sure, had a considerable fleet. yet, upon approaching the palace under the pretense of a marine-ordered reunion, the rear-admiral had but a mere subordinate accompanying him into the lion’s den: you. and not a minute thereafter, doflamingo understood why — you were the prettiest individual he had ever seen; a distraction. an attentive glint; an intelligence your commander did not give you the proper credit for. a fancy dinner whose food you had not touched, whereas the rear-admiral drank and feasted while voicing out demands that doflamingo had no intentions to follow whatsoever.

at last, when his patience wore itself thin, he snapped a finger to call for diamante, a brief order spoken: “get rid of the trash.”

the rear-admiral had been dragged out of the dining room, shouting in desperation as doflamingo accessed your figure — terrified. his tongue darted out of his mouth, appreciating the prey that had been bestowed upon him. doflamingo grinned, his fingertip teasing the edge of his wine cup.

“eat,” he demanded, shoving his fork into the meat.

your hands were trembling as you guided the food into your mouth, avoiding his pointed glance. doflamingo was delighted. vergo had gifted him the rear-admiral as a source of brief entertainment, unaware of the long-term feast that accompanied that pitiful excuse of a man. you were meek in comparison to him — and aware of it, too. that made you obedient; conformed. a small feline trapped amidst the jaws of a predator. you were all but awaiting your death, aware that the thread of your life relied on his patience. doflamingo was used to the fearsome position he occupied — thrived on it, even — but never once had he terrified such a gorgeous one, and that alone was enough to make his cock twitch.

you were given quarters adjacent to his own, free access to the palace — unaware that pica was an ever-present figure, watching amidst the rocks. daylight was yours to claim, yet at the first sight of moonshine, doflamingo could be found sitting on a couch in your bedroom, legs spread wide and a devious smirk etched on his face. he never dared move; never dared command. instead, he lived for the teasing, for the terrified expression you wore, fearing his next step; of his thoughts. you sat on the corner, hugging your knees, wary, squinting eyes failing to catch a glimpse of him. you were cornered and vulnerable and oh, so appetizing.

doflamingo fell for that hunting game, deciding to surprise you in broad daylight, too — accompanying you in silence; hovering over your hunched figure in the library. his desire was palpable, as well as his possessiveness. not a single member of the donquixote family, save for his elite soldiers, was allowed to reach you — viola, especially, for he had no doubt the woman, who loathed him so, would meddle in his game; attempt to free you. doflamingo could not have that. all things considered, he was a patient man — dressrosa hadn’t become his after a reckless strategy, after all. it had been a well-crafted stratagem that he was proud of, and you were deserving of similar care.

doflamingo led you to the edge of restlessness, wishing not to force you to submission through brute force, but rather having you succumb to it — mentally and physically — after prolonged emotional torture. and when, at last, you caved, months wasted on a failed escape plan, he was right there to wrap his little strings around his prey.

you were suspended in the air, stripped naked in the middle of his room. your wrists were tied behind your back, and his strings covered every inch of your figure — tightly — the flesh of your thighs and breasts spilling out, sensitive and aching. he licked his lips at the sight, circling you as though you were a maimed, tired target.

your calves and legs were trembling, giving in under the pressure. he moved his middle finger, tugging the string around your neck. your head was thrown backwards; back arching painfully. your toes curled, feet unable to touch the ground underneath. he had you propelled far higher than intended, but that was no problem whatsoever, for doflamingo himself was a man of considerable height, and his twitching cock would find no issue sliding inside your cunt, when the time came.

“where were you planning on going, hm?” he roughly inquired, nose buried on your neck. doflamingo started to suck harshly on the exposed skin, and you shuddered, failing to move, for his strings held you in place as though a marionette.

“nowhere,” you whispered, ever-so-softly, following his movements with blown pupils.

the string at your throat tightened, a singular streak of blood emerging under the pressure. he licked it, grunting when the string sliced his tongue and mingled his blood with your own. he observed you through his sunglasses, a smirk that showcased his canines apparent in his face.

“yet, you were found in the docks,” doflamingo mocked, purposefully cutting his fingers on the strings as his hand roamed through your body. “do you think there is a corner in this world you could run off to where i wouldn’t find you?”

he forced his index and middle inside your parted lips, smearing them crimson; forcing you to taste him. your pupils dilated, fear mingled with an undertouch of lust that had his tip leaking. when he retreated his fingers — coated in your saliva — doflamingo shoved it inside his own mouth, taunting laughter coming out muffled.

“what was the plan?” doflamingo continued, increasing the tightness of his strings. he trailed his index down your stomach, gradually reaching your clit. “enter a commoners’ ship? dock into an unknown island, enjoy a few hours of freedom until i dragged you back?”

you gasped, out of breath as the string constricted the passage of air through your neck. he laughed — lowly; mockingly — drawing pleasure from your struggle. his finger hovered over your clit, applying a certain pressure that had you squirming.

“i gave you a home, food, clothes,” he listed, drunk on the scent of the cologne he chose for you — and that you were all but coerced to wear. “yet, you tried to flee. how greedy, what else could you want?”

a single tear rolled down your cheek. freedom, perhaps, would be your wish. regardless, your eyes rolled, desperate sounds falling from your lips as you gasped for air. he grunted, enjoying the spectacle. two long fingers teased your folds, teasing your entrance — wet, surprisingly enough. you were getting off on that treatment. what an amusing lamb. he circled your clit, chuckling at the immediate reaction.

“need to breathe, don’t you?” doflamingo taunted, releasing the pressure with a smirk as you gasped, filling your neglected lungs with air. “can’t even do that without my permission, yet you dare try running away?”

“i’m sorry,” you sobbed, squirming. “will never do that again, young master, i promise.”

the title rolling out of your tongue had him containing a shudder of delight, refusing to offer you a glimpse of the power your voice held over him.

“you’ll call me doffy from now on,” he demanded, strings dropping you roughly on the floor. you whimpered at the sudden contact of your knees against the ground, not daring to complain regardless.

“yes, doffy,” you crumbled, forced to give in to his commands.

doflamingo’s strings toyed with you midair as though you were a lifeless doll, throwing your figure on the edge of his large bed, knees sunk into the mattress. his palm bent your front forward, face bruied on a pillow. strings wrapped around your arms and wrists, obligating you to keep them raised into the air. your chest was pressed against your thighs — strings constricting the blood flow; flesh pouring from the edges. doflamingo gifted himself with a clear sight of your pert ass, using his free hand to part your folds, licking his lips. he landed a harsh, heavy slap on it before getting rid of the layers of clothing that separated him from your leaking hole.

his tip teased your entrance — cunt already clenching around nothing. doflamingo did not mind enough to fish for a condom; perhaps if he impregnated you, you’d stop musing an escape. he moved the fingers that controlled the strings, strength enough to leave superficial cuts on your flesh. your blood dripped on his sheets and you sucked on a harsh breath, sobbing as a singular string threatened to maim your nipples. the pain had been enough before, but when he slid inside, large and long girth shoved straight into your cervix, you all but shouted — the sound sent to the pillow‘s fabric.

doflamingo didn’t give you the time to get used to his length, moving with a ruthless pace. his free hand gripped your ass, feet dug into the ground as he hammered inside. the bedroom was filled with your muffled moans; balls slapping against your ass at every roll of his hips. the warmth of your cunt enveloped his girth, deep still yet not quite as enough, for his base remained unsheathed. he clicked his tongue in annoyance, retreating altogether, leaking tip barely inside before doflamingo shoved himself completely, uncaring for the state of you.

the sheets were a combined chaos of blood and the pair of your essences. doflamingo felt himself stretching your walls to the point of discomfort, yet you all but mewled louder, fingers maimed by the strings as you held onto them.

“still want to leave?” he grunted, sweat dripping down his bronzed skin as he hammered his tip into your cervix.

“no, doffy,” you stuttered, gasping once he, at last, found your g-spot. he grinned, sunglasses slipping to the tip of his nose as he increased the aggressiveness of his pace.

another thrust teasing your gummy spots; saliva dripping down on your back from the tip of his darting tongue. he leaned his chest forward, angling himself in a manner that had his girth swallowed entirely by your greedy walls — clenching; challenging; threatening to milk him dry.

“will cum,” he stated, intonation not open to complaints. “and you will take it all.”

the string at your neck had your head thrown back, mouth parted from the pillow. “yes, doffy.”

“good bunny,” doflamingo complimented, clicking his tongue as your walls tightened due to the approach of your orgasm.

a single, devastating thrust — combined with the pressure of his strings around your entire figure — had you sent to the edge. cum showered his girth and he shot his own load inside, the sight of blood exciting him far more than it should. doflamingo kept the pace regardless of the shared orgasm, fighting against his own overstimulation as he ravaged your insides, ignoring your desperate pleadings for an instance of reprieve. you dared to run away — and he’d make sure to smear your walls until the punishment was etched into your mind.

— 🐈‍⬛ : i could NOT fix him but i could make him moan like a girl.

[jinnie-ret]

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stray kids x hybrid!ninth!reader (fem)

genre: light angst, mostly fluffy

content warnings: small swearing, mention of disease, mention of vaccination

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summary: the boys are shocked at how your hybrid features present themselves when you are feeling particularly emotional

requested: @shua-f4lmings

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How could it ever work being a Kpop idol when you were forced to hide a part of our identity every day? Well, you managed somehow. Despite the fact that you were a hybrid, JYPE still accepted your audition and allowed you to become a trainee. You felt fortunate that you didn't face direct discrimination from the company, considering you were part of a rare few, an experimental collective, of children that had turned into hybrids against their will. You see, there had once been terrible news of a new outbreak of an autoimmune disease breaking out, during your childhood, so when a vaccination was created, your parents had rushed at the opportunity to make sure you were safe. Little did you know, did anyone know, that it was in fact a scam. The disease - a hoax. The vaccination - contained a serum that caused you to experience genetic mutations and develop physical attributes very similar to a cat, all because of some deceiving scientists that wanted to experiment.

Luckily, you had learnt to love yourself and your feline features. Your fluffy black ears that helped your hearing become more sensitive, and perhaps even more attuned to music, your tail that would swish and perk up anytime you saw your members or somebody you loved, these all became things that you appreciated. It truly showed your strength and determination to not let anybody get you down, particularly when you used to feel like the black sheep, or, black cat, of the family.

You remember that it was not too long after Chan had gathered you all together as a unit, pre-debut, that you decided to reveal this side of you. After all, you could only wear baggy sweatshirts and beanies for so long.

"Guys, can I tell you something?" you spoke up after you were all sat evaluating a dance practice.

"I think we really should practice this dance again, can it wait?" Chan pondered, not wanting to miss any rehearsal time, especially since the new TV debut show was on the horizon.

"Please, it's important," you had urged them all, your future group members, not wanting to withheld this information from them for any longer.

"Ok, sure," Chan nodded and turned his phone off, before everyone was looking at you as you stood up.

"Is everything ok?" Hyunjin frowned.

"Yeah, I just want to share this side of myself to you. I've not been honest," you began, confident in yourself, just unsure about what their reactions would be.

"If we're going to be a group..." Changbin tilted his head.

"-that's why I'm telling you now! Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. Umm," you apologised, feeling guilty.

"It's ok," Changbin nodded, seeing the weight of the situation in your eyes.

"Please can you just tell us? The suspense is killing me," Jisung groaned, whining after when Minho smacked him on the back without even looking.

"I don't know how to say it so..." you had taken a deep breath before pulling your beanie off, ruffling your hair back into plsce and ultimately revealing your ears. It had seemed like some sort of headband at first, but seeing the way your ears twitched and pointed at sharp intakes of breath or gasps in the room, showed that they were very real.

Poor Felix was incredibly confused. It was hard enough for the Australian boy to follow the conversation, and even harder to make sense of things as he saw your fluffy cat ears on top of your head.

"What the-" Jeongin's jaw dropped.

"Why are your ears moving like that..." Seungmin was astonished.

"I'm a cat hybrid. There was an experiment gone wrong a while back, masked as a 'cure', a vaccination, when really it was an experiment. So, umm, yeah, I'm sort of like a test subject.." you trailed off as Chan came to stand in front of you, raising his hand slightly.

"Can I touch your ears?" he questioned, which honestly wasn't what you were expecting. Instead, you thought it was time for him to go into his words of wisdom mode, but really even he couldn't avoid his own curiosity, as he waited for your response.

"Oh, yeah sure," you shrugged, a smile working it's way into your face as you felt a soothing scratch and pat to the head. It was so relaxing that you shut your eyes for a moment.

And when you opened your eyes...

"My turn! My turn!" Han was suddenly in front of you, Seungmin and Jeongin surprisingly waiting too.

"Wow, so cute!" Hyunjin was looking at you with the biggest heart eyes, and you could also lightly hear Chan explaining to Felix what had just transpired.

"Cute, haha," Changbin chuckled, stood next to you and observing your reactions.

"So you guys don't find it weird then?" you laugh as you ask, knowing that they were entranced.

"No! Never!" Seungmin shook his head.

"Me?" Felix came up behind Seungmin, half hugging his arm before asking permission to also pet your ears.

"Yes," you smiled reassuringly at the shy Felix.

The only one of the boys who hadn't interacted with you after you revealed your big secret was Minho, and perhaps that was because he simply couldn't comprehend that his fellow band member he had naturally grown protective over was also part cat. His favourite animal by a mile.

"I knew there was something feline about you," Minho hugged you tightly, the only one not to go straight for the ears.

"That's all the approval I needed."

Post revelation, you were able to feel even more relaxed around your members at the dorms, and wow, when they saw your tail, to be frank, they lost their shit. That was a story for another day though. You had more important things to think about them, such as the meeting that had been scheduled with the company before filming began. Understandably, in your opinion, they had found some medication, hybrid suppressants, that would hide your features. Some people would have been offended by the gesture but in reality, you were relieved. You just wanted to debut and you didn't want to take any attention away from the boys with your obvious differences in genetics. Although the first day of taking the pills felt rough, especially with your body having to withdraw physical features, you went through with it, initially explaining to the boys that it's what you wanted. Whether they believed you or not at the time, you weren't sure, until today...

"No way!" you gasped, clutching the blanket for dear life as you sat up from your comfy spot curled up on the sofa. Once again, you had chosen to use your vacation off from work as a chance to binge watch your favourite show, and finally, you had made it to the end.

"Don't roll credits, don't roll credits, don't- NO!" you cried out in disbelief. As if they had just killed off your favourite character. You sobbed, curling into yourself, ears flat against your head and tail curled up against you, like you were trying to protect yourself from the TV screen even though you had already turned it off and thrown the remote away from you in distress.

You hadn't realised that your hybrid features had popped out, not that it would be a problem as you were on break, but you must have forgotten to habitually take your tablets, the ones you bad taken the previous day finally wearing off. Even with the box being on the coffee table in front of you, the idea had left your mind.

It was long forgotten now.

It was a pitiful sight, the way you were trembling as you cried, but with your physical hybrid features also came mental ones, emotional ones, instincts that you couldn't help but follow. That emotional attachment that cats found with their people, happened to you and your favourite TV show. You felt hurt, betrayed, distraught.

"Rori?" Minho was the first to call out in concern, as the boys piled in from their outing at the beach. Yes, Rori, that was your stage name. It was a running joke between you all that Minho adopted Dori and her namesake was because of you. They weren't that dissimilar right?

"What's wrong? What's happening?" Felix called out in confusion, still taking off his sandy shoes by the front door. The boys had wanted you to come along with them, but you hated water, and would much rather laze around in the comfort of your own home.

"Aigoo, your tail is all fluffy," Jeongin patted your head, yet you continued to cry. The eight boys looked between each other in confusion until Jisung spotted the medication on the table and looked at Chan pointedly, hoping he took would connect the dots he had just found.

"Oh, Rori, we thought you didn't like taking the, it's ok. It'll be ok, we'll sort this," Chan rubbed your back gently.

"We can announce it to the fans," Hyunjin suggested, and the others nodded along.

"We'll have a word with the company," Changbin added, their plan already formulating before your very eyes.

"They'll still love you," Jisung didn't like seeing you cry.

"They won't care, you're still the same person," Seungmin spoke up, last to enter the room. He had soon caught onto the situation though, only after rinsing his feet from the sand that lingered. He couldn't barely the itchy feeling.

"What are you talking about?" you sniffled, lifting your head out from your arms and your ears lifted in curiosity.

"Aren't you sad because of, you know, having to take the tablets...?" Chan was confused, so much so that his hand had even stopped it's comforting motions on your back.

"No!!" you cried out, tail fluffing up even more, irritation flaring up ever so slightly as you wished you didn't have to explain yourself. It would much easier if these humans just knew what you wanted!

"Oh," Minho pursed his lips in thought.

"Then what's wrong?" Jeongin urged, eager to hear what was truly wrong.

"-died! It's not fair! They were my favourite and they were so kind and-" you whimpered tearfully, already having flashbacks of the final episode you and just watched.

"It's because of a show?!" Felix rose his eyebrows in surprise, leaning back to try and see your whole face.

"Really?" Seungmin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It's not just a show!!!" you wailed louder, tail swishing now as you felt a mix of sadness and annoyance.

"Ok it's not just a show, we know that, chill, kitty," Jisung patted your head but Minho nudged him warningly, knowing you didn't like that nickname.

"Ji-" you huffed.

"But it's definitely not because of the suppressants, right?" Changbin cut you off, which was annoying at first, having being interrupted twice in a row, yet you were appreciative of the change in topic.

"No, no, I don't care about taking them. I'm fine with that," you took a deep breath and wiped your remaining tears away, "I just might need 2-3 business days to recover."

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