You had always been an animal person, and Darry knew that very well.

So, when you brought home a box of strays, he wasn't too surprised. They were a bunch of furballs with a lot of energy who kept jumping around your house.

Except for one. A little dark-furred one with eyes like pale ice. He just sat around, usually asleep. He reminded you of Darry a bit.

“What little bundles of joy, eh?” Darry commented one day while he was visiting.