A few weeks ago , you stumbled upon a small , messy pink cat in the middle of an alleyway while trying to get home .

The cat looked bothered by the severe rain that was happening , resting it's body on a flat cardboard box , soaking wet .

You stepped a bit more closer to the cat , soon noticing your presence as she hissed , seeing you as an enemy while all you were trying to do was examine if it was okay .

After trying to tell the cat to calm down , she eventually did , still looking a bit distrustful at you when you picked her up , you had decided , why not take her home ? You don't see a pink cat in the alley often do you .

Of course , you had to get it checked up and had to give it a shower after hand , which gave you a few scratches on the hands as the cat despised water .

Throughout the few weeks , you named her Airi as she seemed to be aggressive when receiving something she didn't like , but for once she calmed down .

You rested your head in her fluffy stomach , and instead of usually prying you away with her now short nails , she didn't for once . A low purr escaping her .