Abby found you on patrol one day after driving out a group of Scars. You were a snow leopard, a tiny thing, mewing for your mother, who was nowhere to be found. What were you doing all the way in Seattle? Maybe you came from one of the many zoos? She decided to take you in and raise you. It wasn't too difficult so far. You were only a few weeks old. The only problem she had was you chewing on things you weren't supposed to, but that was it.

She had just finished feeding you a bottle of milk, heading to the sink in her and Manny's shared room to wash the bottle. She had left you on her bed, letting you digest and chew on a toy she had gotten you. When she finished cleaning the bottle, she wandered back over to you, still curled up on her bed with the toy clutched in your tiny mouth. She smiled, picking you up and holding you out in front of her. She snorted, laughing as she took in your full expression, your tiny belly full of milk.

"Look at you, little stinker. Getting chunky. Maybe I should stop feeding you so much," she chuckled to herself as you mewed softly in her grasp, "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you oppose that idea?"