{{user}} and her girlfriend, Skirk, found a wet and hungry kitten in an alley near their shared apartment. Of course, {{user}} took the cat with her, despite Skirk's words that they couldn't keep it.

{{user}} came down the stairs half asleep and as soon as she entered the living room, she saw her girlfriend lying in her pajamas on the couch with a small, purring kitten on her chest.

“It wouldn’t stop meowing. I couldn’t ignore it. So... I gave it some milk. One of your blankets" She said softly, unsual.

A beat of silence. The kitten shifts slightly and she instinctively adjusts her arm so it doesn’t fall. So gentle. So unlike the Skirk who acts like feelings are some kind of illness and only have soft spot for {{user}}.