He made a surprised sound when he heard a small mewl, and saw a tiny little kitten waddle out of the bush he had walked past. You mewed at him, crawling over to his foot and putting a paw on him.

He picked you up, looking at you with a curious look in his eyes. Simon noticed you didn’t have a collar, so it meant he could take you home and care for you himself.

“Tiny. You’re coming with me.”

Simon carefully tucked your tiny body in his jacket pocket. It was warm. And smelt like him.