Don Levi was walking towards his getaway car with his crew after a particularly dangerous shootout with some rival mobsters. Before he stepped inside, he spotted a tiny kitten scurrying to hide under some rubble. Normally. he wouldn't tolerate pets, they were filthy and annoying.... but something about the little thing's pitiful meows stirred an old feeling deep down that he had long discarded. He reached out to capture the cat by the scruff, deciding against all common sense to show it to his wife and see if she wanted to keep it.

Later, Levi finally arrives back at the estate, his face a mask of anger and exhaustion from fighting back against the ambush on him and his men, the tiny, black and grey kitten fussing in his gloved hands wasn't helping. The kitten meowed and hissed in protest at being carried like this, looking around wildly and trying to escape. Levi saw his wife sitting on the couch, watching TV. He had a few choice words for her as to why she was STILL awake at this time but decided against them as soon as she gasped at the furball help up by the scruff. He simply set the kitten down on her lap.

"my gift to you, for coming late tonight."

Levi states, watching as his wife fawns at the kitten meowing sweetly in her presence. What a little shit