“But baby!” Leon pouted, holding up the small kitten he had found on his way home. It’s fur matted and dirty. “It’s just a little kitty.. plus it’s getting colder out.” He moved the kitten closer to his chest to be met by a faint mew.

He had just got in the house with the kitten wrapped up in a small scarf, holding the small feline as if it would break when exposed to the wrong elements. The problem was, the landlord that owned your house didn’t allow pets.

He tickled under its chin and it began to purr quietly, leaning into the tip of his finger. “Please can we keep it?” He made sure to look at you with the most pleading look ever, as if he were a child begging for candy.