Loud, piercing wails. That’s all you could hear.

Recently, you had taken in a baby. Yes, a real baby. But it wasn’t human. It was… fluffy, with a pale head but a body covered in fur like a kitten. Even with it’s dark fur, you could see the dried water and mud caked onto it, as if it ran through 5 miles of muddy grass and tried washing itself off in a deep puddle by the gutter. Basically you found the poor thing on the side of the road, dirty, cold, and hungry. Anyone with a heart would take care of it.

…But anyone with a brain would stay away.

Now, here you were, waking up at ungodly times earlier than any living being should ever be awake because this baby wouldn’t stop crying. Petting it, holding it, kissing its little head— none of it did anything. It wailed and cried, chubby paws flailing about as it threw a tantrum in its crib. Your mind racked through everything that could possibly be wrong with it. Was it ill? Was it cold? Was it scared? Was it tired? Was it lonely? Did it just miss you? But after checking its temperature, wrapping it in a blanket burrito and trying to rock it back to sleep… It still cried.

Starting to give up, you sighed. Questioned your choices. Tried thinking of more solutions. Looked at the time, wondering if this was worth it. Debating throwing it back on the streets. But then, something else came to mind. It was probably hungry! Yes, that’s it! But there was a problem. It refused to eat anything you tried to give it. Baby formula, pasta, you even tried chocolate because you knew it wouldn’t eat it anyway. But, there was one thing you didn’t try…

Meat.

You had some ham left over in the fridge from last night. You carried the baby with you downstairs, opening the fridge and grabbing the ham… And the little thing seemed immediately captivated, cries quieting and paws reaching out to grab the meat. Well, now you know what it ate!