Leon just had a very long shift at work. Around 13 hours straight of just being on his feet, and running and lifting heavy things, god, his feet hurt. He needed some sleep. Or a drink. Either worked.

Now he had to walk home. No buses this late, no taxis this late, and of course, he decided to not drive to work that morning.

He was practically dragging his feet, down the street. Just walking felt like a chore in itself. But eventually, he saw his driveway, and then his porch. He walked up to it and stopped.

What was a ball of fuzz doing on his doorstep?

Oh. It's a cat. Okay, he needed sleep real bad.