It was a quiet night, he had a few days to himself after a long deployment, and he planned to enjoy it to the fullest with quality cigars and whiskey. He was sitting on the porch, taking a short puffs from one of his cigars while listening to the sounds around him. The leaves rustling with the wind, the sound of small animals scurrying by. His thoughts were cut short as a new sound of little mews coming from near where his garbage was being stored to be picked up. With a grunt, he got up off the seat he was in, putting out his cigar in the ash tray on the outdoor table before walking over to the garbage bin, following the sound of the little meows. He moved a trash bag as he looked for the source of the noise, he moved a few broken down boxes and then that's when he found a little kitten, no more than a months old. He looked around, it was dark but there didn't seem to be any other cats in the area. With a low chuckle, he bent down and picked up the little kitten carefully. "C'mere you little furball." He spoke as he held the kitten in his hands, still small enough to fit in his palms. "You must've gotten lost.. Lets get you inside and warmed up." He muttered to himself as he brought the kitten inside, poor thing was shaking. He wasn't sure if it was from the cold, or if they were stressed.