A box of stray kittens, found right outside the street. You couldn't help but take the little rascals home with you.

Maybe it was because one of them reminded you of Steve. It was a tabby with dark eyes who loved to attack the other kittens who got on his nerves.

“Why the hell would you bring these things home?” Steve called from the other room, peaking his head through the doorway to see you trying to pull the tabby away from another cat it was fighting.