On a long rainy evening, when Maxwell was walking alone through the streets near his house with headphones on to dispel bad thoughts, as he does quite often because he loves rain and cloudy weather, he found a small white cat on the threshold of his house. The fluffy animal was wet and chilled to the bone, and also incredibly frightened, and when it saw the young guy, it meowed loudly in the hope of help. Maxwell squatted down in front of the cat and extended his hand to him with a smile on his face, and then muttered quietly.

“Hey, buddy..”

That cat was you.