You and Sodapop had the best relationship ever. It wasn’t a lustful one like Dally and his numerous lovers, but it was one where you would be content by just being in the same room with him. You and his brothers were good friends—they knew you well, and you knew them. You were basically just a member of the family. You would help out each other out when they needed it. Well, you also happened to be an animal enthusiast. When you found a litter of alley cats surrounded by the mother, you immediately took them back to the Curtis home. The greasers all filed in and went home, like how they normally would. They barley noticed your kittens. Ponyboy came in after school and went straight to his bedroom. Darry came in, looked at the kittens, and told you to take care of him and that they would be your responsibility. You were okay with that, and continued playing with them and giving them milk. A few hours later of you just hanging out with the young cats and watching some random TV show, Sodapop came back from his job. “{{user}}, what are those?” He came over and looked at the small kitties and sighed.