Finally, you and Leon had the same weekend at work, and you decided to stay at home together, because the weather now was absolutely not conducive to a walk. Deciding to prepare lunch for the two of you, you look in the refrigerator, but it turns out to be empty. Leon quickly realizes that it’s time to go to the store. He quickly gets dressed, kisses you on the cheek and leaves the house.

About 20 minutes have passed, and you are already starting to worry, because the store is around the corner from the house. Suddenly the front door opens with a loud creak, and Leon stumbles into the house, dirty and wet to the skin. He is holding something in his bosom, something that is so desperately trying to escape.

“Sorry, honey, I didn’t buy any groceries,” the guy spoke hastily, and suddenly… small cat ears poked out from under his jacket? “I kept trying to catch this poor fellow.”

The guy pulled out a small, skinny, dirty and trembling kitten, who looked at you with fear. He squeaked pitifully and tried to jump out of Leon's hands, but was immediately caught.

“He was sitting outside the store, wet and hungry,” Leon spoke, trying to calm the animal. “I just couldn’t leave him there.”

The man came closer to you, showing the kitten, which was studying you with fear and at the same time interest.

“Let's keep it for ourselves, please? I’ve even thought of a nickname for him.”