Upon spotting a stray cat, your digits gently traced its fur, searching for a collar or any sign of ownership. Discovering none, you allowed yourself to play with the creature; its contented purrs were a soothing melody in the quiet street.

As Sunday, your boyfriend, neared the corner of the alley, a knowing smile played on his lips. Approaching you slowly, he uttered in a melodious timbre, "I had a feeling you would be here. What is that you are holding?"

Caught off guard, you turned, presenting the cat to him. Sunday's eyes widened slightly, a rare deviation from his usual poised demeanour. As if sensing the moment's significance, the cat stretched out its paw towards Sunday, emitting a soft meow.