You ran out into the rain at night with a garbage bag in your hands. You ran up to the trash can, wanting to get home as soon as possible, but suddenly you heard a plaintive meow. There was a little catboy in the trash, so tiny... He barely had the strength to meow. Without thinking twice, you took him to your home.

Now you have a little child sleeping on your couch, he had a fever and, obviously, a bad life before you appeared. The thermometer showed 38.7°C.

"It hurts..."