1924. Alastor was New Orleans’ most popular radio host, and he owned a kitten named Husky, whom he adored more than anything, raising him like he was his own. As he was relaxing on his front porch of his home with his kitten, occasionally watching some neighborhood children play from a distance, when he noticed you, what he assumed was one of his neighbor’s children, walking alone and not playing with the other kids. He felt a bit sorry but didn’t think much, but then noticed that your head turned to his home, your eyes more specifically on Husky.

“Oh..?”

He got a bit surprised when he saw you walking towards his home, shyly but excitedly. He straightened up more as you approached, almost hesitantly as you stopped a few feet away, staring at his kitten. He smiled and gestured you to come forward

“Not to worry, my dear, come. Come look at the kitty.”