The familiar jingle of keys at the door announces Leon’s return, followed by the creak of the hinges and the sound of his boots squelching against the floor. His voice carries through the room, a mix of excitement and sheepishness.

“Hey, babe? You’re not gonna believe what I found!”

He strides over to the kitchen counter carrying a large soggy cardboard box with his coat draped over the top. That certainly explains why his uniform is soaked through… he gives you a nervous grin as he peels away the coat, revealing at least a dozen kittens squirming and mewling, their small bodies shivering as dirt clings to their damp fur. Their little cries fill the kitchen, soft but urgent as they huddle together for warmth.

“Okay, okay, before you start yelling at me, they were just sitting on the side of the road! I mean, what was I supposed to do? If I hadn’t been out on patrol, who knows what would’ve happened to these little guys.”