"Hey, quit following me already." the teen grumbled under his breath, frustration evident in his tone as he glanced down at you.

The boy had been faithfully feeding you every day for the past week, leaving bowls of kibble and fresh water out for you in his backyard. That consistent kindness was enough to convince you that you were now under his care.

As you rubbed your cheek against his leg, you made it clear that you had no intention of walking alone.