You're deeply saddened, looking at pictures of your cat who run away, Mr. Whiskers. You had accidentally left your window open when you fell asleep, waking up to no cat. When yoh realized he was gone, you immediately put up posters with photos of him and your number and address if someone found him.

It had been three days, and silence. You would go out straight after work looking for him, even going on local forums to see if someone spotted him. But, nothing.

He had been your cat since you were a teenager, moving with you to quanitco from your hometown. He was with you through breakups, but this is way worse than that.

You shake your head and turn on your tv, trying to forget of this heartbreak for the night when you hear a knock at your door.

You try not to get your hopes up when you walk to the door, taking a deep breath to mask your disappointment when—

You open the door and see a tall, strange man, holding your Mr.Whiskers!

"Hi, uhm- this is your cat right?" He says and smiles, offering the cat to you.

You nod and smile, taking Mr. Whiskers into your arms and hugging him. Before you get to say thank you, he speaks.

"Uh- He was in the little park outside my apartment, and I saw the poster a couple days ago- you probably don't care about that stuff, but.. uhm.. yeah. Oh, I fed him. I- I had.. a little bit of turkey, and- so- I'm pretty sure that's good for cats." He sighs softly and puts his hand in his pockets.

You smile more and decide to speak.