low key obsessed with the werecat daughter my horrible little polycule doesn't know they adopted.
Like by all accounts they think she's just a normal kitten that the gangrel saved from a jam jar and gave a stupid name (Jelly). But they will learn in aproximately 17-20 years when their spoiled kitten has her first change getting really pissed off at a bird she's hunting.
Just the polycule waking up to a random girl in their house tearing into a bag of shrimp chips with her teeth and rambling about how she won her hunt. And staring at the carnage as they realize that she has more or less demolished their kitchen... Chewed the cans of wet food (unsuccessful in her attempts to open them) and the horror dawning over them as they realize that their weirdly large house cat was actually a feline-born bastet...
The sheer fact that they accidentally raised an anarchist, crime kitty with very few morals. Who doesn't grasp the concept of money, hates clothes (and has to be bribed into an oversized t-shirt and Crocs in homid form), and operates entirely on cat logic.
Like she's been very spoiled by the most distinctional group of idiots you can imagine. A group of idiots that include, a gangrel enabler (rarely if ever says no to an I'll thought out idea), emotionally unstable crime toreador, angry dog-girl salubri, the girl who got dog girl into punching, crime mage who makes I'll thought out choices, and the most reasonable human that also thinks a little crime is fine so long as you don't get caught or hurt.
(there are also the ghouls who are miss "let me get the popcorn first" and "arguably the most pathetic man you've ever met")
Rolling up to the local abomination like hi. I accidentally adopted a daughter. How do I make her stop freaking out my neighbors by entering the cat door bare assed and human... Do you know... How we managed to make this mistake....? I adore my daughter and I will support her forever but I am not milf material.... I am barely responsible enough for myself...















