You live on the outskirts of the city, where not a lot of people roam. And every day home from work a cat would follow and bother you.

For the past few weeks you had been buying the little creature food, thinking it was a stray. And you were very happy to provide for it.

One day you were coming home late from work. Yet you still managed to buy a can of tuna. Walking your usual route back home to find the cat, you were met with a different sight.

A tall man crouched near the floor. The cat all over him, purring loudly. He held it in his arms gently. The cat, noticing you, hops down and meows loudly at you. The man looks up at you, eyebrows slightly raised. Glancing at the can of tuna in your hand.

"You've been feeding my cat?"