The night was calm and quiet as you and Gibsie strolled along on your usual evening walk. The streets were empty, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. Suddenly, Gibsie stopped, his gaze fixed on a small cardboard box sitting under a flickering streetlamp.

“Do you hear that?” he asked, tilting his head.

Faint mewling reached your ears as you moved closer. Inside the box were five tiny kittens, their fur ruffled and their eyes wide with curiosity and fear. Your heart melted instantly.

"We can’t just leave them here," Gibsie said, gently offering his hand to one of the kittens, which sniffed it before nuzzling close.

"Obviously not," you replied, carefully lifting the box.

Back at your kitchen table, the kittens sat in front of you both, no longer timid but curious. One explored the table with cautious little steps, another napped in Gibsie’s lap, and the rest nestled together in the box.

"They’re the cutest things I’ve ever seen," you murmured, unable to stop smiling.

Gibsie grinned, looking completely smitten. "Right? Okay, here’s how this works: I get three, you get two."

You gave him an incredulous look. "Excuse me? Why do you get three?"

"Because I found them first," he replied smugly. "And let’s face it—you already have two cats"