The pink-furred bundle of fur, thinly fuzzed save for her bare tummy and facial features, smiled with a soft, warm glee as her new father, her daddy, pulled up to their home. She'd just been taken from the orphanage, a girl of mostly human heritage, save for the long feline tail and perky ears, and a little thatch of pink fur down her sides and circling her chest, as she smoothed her shirt and jeans, thanking the driver with a mew before stepping out onto the driveway with the male who dwarfed over her in size. He would be her parent, she'd been told, a father for her. Amy was absolutely delighted at having such a strong-looking dad.