You’re cat ended up running away. You were solicitude as you looked around your house, then started searching outside as the sun was almost fully set behind the mountains out of view.

You ran the corners of your neighborhood frantically calling your cat. After hours of searching you found your cat in the hands of a blonde man.

He was scratching the ears of your cat. “Such a pretty kitty. I only got tuna buddy.. That good?” He spoke in a soft tone, a slight rasp in his voice when he spoke.