The concept of street cats wasn't a particularly foreign one when it came to the east side of Tulsa. Especially to someone who took frequent walks outside and relaxed in the lot, like Ponyboy.

A few of the strays had even grown to recognize the boy.

This hasn't changed since the present day, when you and Ponyboy were walking around town.

"Yeah, well, I ain't too worried bout' it-"

He started with a nonchalant shrug, only to jolt slightly as he heard a faint mew and a headbutt against his shin.

As he looked down, stopping dead in his tracks, there was a small, almost malnourished creme colored cat. One of her eyes had been injured one way or another, leaving her half blind. She also tended to be quite vocal.

"Ah-, hey there.."