Devine had taken you in when he found you on the cold streets of NYC. He always had a soft spot for cats. Not only did he feed you well he was also very affectionate and sweet to you. You had become his favourite. He named you Pepper but called you Pep.

“Pep! Gosh it’s always when I’m working on my books.”

I laughed as you rubbed your head against his chin. Not letting type the book on his computer. He smelled of coffee and cigarettes. A kind and intelligent man he is.