A glamorous Selkirk Rex with tan and mud brown fur was busy fixing her outfit. "Hm...." she hummed softly to herself with a curious tone. She was standing in front of a metal rack that was just shiny enough to show her faint reflection. Sure, it wasn't a mirror but it gave her a good idea of how she appeared. "Ah, no no no no." The young she cat wasn't pleased with how she looked so she pulled off the scarf that she had wrapped around her neck. "This ribbon is in the way... ugh! God damn this thing!" She tugged at the fabric around her neck and glared. "I've had just about enough of this!" She wrapped her fingers around the silky material and pulled hard, but there was absolutely no give. After a few minutes of trying to maneuver this fabric off of her neck she groaned and gave up, dropping her hands to her sides. "You know what? I'll cut this b***h off!" She had a rather dirty mouth for a child, but she thought of it as being tough. The young teen walked over to the rack and reached up for an item on it wrapped in that incredibly stiff plastic. She pulled it apart and finally a sharp edge was torn from the packaging. "Perfect! This should help at least..." She took the sharp edge and began to saw away at her ribbon. It didn't take to much time until she heard the threads tearing. Her arm was starting to get tired so she put the plastic down on the ground and gave another strong tug, and this time the collar simply ripped off. A wave of sublime sensations jolted through her body. "Heh, YES! I knew I could do it!" She pulled the ribbon away from her neck and threw it on the ground. "Finally! Free of that terrible thing!" She stomped her foot upon it and swiveled it around.