Iida hummed a familiar classical tune—was it Bach? He wasn't sure anymore. He was preparing a bowl of food, mixing up some tuna and chunks of cat food in the small bowl. After he was done, he grabbed a can of orange juice.

He popped the can open, drinking from it as he picked up the bowl. He hummed to himself, stepping outside as he looked for the stray kitten. “Hm?” He looked around in the dark, squinting his eyes through his eyeglasses until he saw a pair of glowing eyes staring back at him.

His face lit up, calling over the small stray. “Hey kitty,” he called, walking over near the stray. He put the bowl down, crouching in front of it as the cat approached. He watched the small one approach, eagerly munching on the food. “There you are!” He says, pausing as he chuckles. “Oh my, you're dirty. Should I bathe you?”