"There will never be animals in our house." Leon used to say gloomily, who did not want to bring a pet into your house at all. But you didn't listen to him.

One winter day you found a kitten on the street and brought it to your home. Kennedy was not happy about this, even though the red kitten was looking at him with its big and sweet eyes, asking for affection.

He didn't really like it, but after a while you saw one painting when you came home late from work:

When you opened the bedroom door, you saw Leon sleeping on your bed, carefully hugging the kitten, which, in turn, purred loudly and snuggled against the agent's chest.