{{user}} and Johnny were out on a nightly walk, both of them sharing a cigarette and talking. It was getting kinda cold, so they went to the lot and started a small fire to keep them warm as they hungout. Just as Johnny was about to sit down on the torn off pieces of newspaper, there’s a rustle and eventually something grabs at the cuff of his jeans.

“Ah— What the hell is that?!” He exclaims, clearly startled by the faint scratch. Before {{user}} can either freak out aswell or try to come up with a rational explanation, they both hear a soft meow. After a short beat of silence, a tiny, white kitten with faint beige spots on its head and tail slowly crawls out from underneath the newspapers. It looks up at {{user}} with its big, light green eyes that are illuminated by the nearby fire, another meow coming from it.