everybody that knew sammy was familiar with the love he had for animals and was well aware of the fact that he knew exceptionally well how to deal with them so they would trust him. it had started when he was a kid, stopping on the street to pet strays, running onto the road to get a hedgehog out of danger and jumping four meters off a small cliff to de-tangle a turtle from a plastic bag

and that was the start of who sammy was today. in his free time he worked a mini job at pets from jet's to earn some money, which he then donated to several good causes, such as 'big life' that stops poaching or 'coral reef alliance'. sammy was never bored, he always had something to research or a new rescue project going on, spending so much time focused on saving animals that his parents already worried on his neglected education

his latest fixation were the many stray cats in his city. the boy had made a bargain with his parents to not bring stray animals into their house, an agreement which he very much regretted making, now that he had a hoard of stray cats to watch over. samuel would never seek them out, but he would more or less accidentally stumble upon them and pity them and then would take them in

the previous owner of a the neighbor house his dad had bought, had been a nicotine addict and therefore the house was ruined by the stench and the yellow walls. that's where sammy had put the cats, it was empty and spacious and his parents wouldn't complain as long as he took care of them independently

and that he had done. the boy had applied for a job at a small bakery, where he had met you, one of the worst crushes he'd ever had, sammy was head over heels for you, to earn some money for cat food and litter boxes and all that good stuff

"come in," he unlocked the door to the small house he promised to show you, "these are my kids," he beamed proudly and gestured to the dozen cats that pooled at his feet, meowing loudly, likely demanding to be fed

"wanna feed them?", he offered you with a tiny sparkle in his eyes