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Melia
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Matt sighed again and scratched his head, but inside, his heart warmed a bit. He reached out and pet her head. Well... maybe having a cat around wouldn't be such a bad thing. He did live a rather lonely life, after all. And this wouldn't be the first time this had happened, though the last dog that had made Matt's home it's own had been long since gone.
"Alright. You can stay there. But I'm widing a weally long way, cat, and if your home is around here somewhere, your family is going to miss you..." Not that she had a collar or anything. Maybe she was a stray. "And it's gonna be a bit of a bumpy ride for you. But... you can hop off at any time you want to, I suppose... I-I better check maybe if anyone knows who you belong to..." He hurried back to the building and pounded on the door ruthlessly. It opened and the man that Matt had been talking to earlier looked slightly exasperated, but after listening to Matt's exaggerated, arm waving spiel, he walked out with Matt to look at the cat.
The other man was blond, and wore his hair a bit longer than Matt did. This was Mr. Howard, the owner of the company Matt visited almost every day. He was an animal lover and smiled brightly, showing perfectly straight white teeth, the instant he laid eyes on Kristie. "Hey little kitty!" He said brightly, petting her, then looked towards Matt and shook his head. "No, I've never seen her around here before. Looks like she likes you." In Mr. Howard's mind, Matt definitely needed a pet or something and was more than willing to encourage this new bond. "Take her with you. If she's still there when you get home, you've got a new pet."
"Right..." Matt mumbled, looking at Kristie again, then shrugged. Mr. Howard went back inside and left Matt alone with Kristie again. He looked at the sky again, then removed his jacket and laid it over her back, tucking the ends under the box so it wouldn't fly away. "In case it rains again," he explained to her, as if a cat could understand him. Not that that had ever stopped him from talking to completely inanimate objects most of the time. At least this one had ears.
He got back on his bike and made the long trek home, stopping at a small convenience store to pick up some cat food and litter. "What a good cat..." he murmured when he still found her sitting there when he returned back outside. He finished the ride home and debated whether he should let her come inside or not, but decided to let her make that choice. He left the door open to the house as he brought his box inside, along with the cat litter and food.
"Alright. You can stay there. But I'm widing a weally long way, cat, and if your home is around here somewhere, your family is going to miss you..." Not that she had a collar or anything. Maybe she was a stray. "And it's gonna be a bit of a bumpy ride for you. But... you can hop off at any time you want to, I suppose... I-I better check maybe if anyone knows who you belong to..." He hurried back to the building and pounded on the door ruthlessly. It opened and the man that Matt had been talking to earlier looked slightly exasperated, but after listening to Matt's exaggerated, arm waving spiel, he walked out with Matt to look at the cat.
The other man was blond, and wore his hair a bit longer than Matt did. This was Mr. Howard, the owner of the company Matt visited almost every day. He was an animal lover and smiled brightly, showing perfectly straight white teeth, the instant he laid eyes on Kristie. "Hey little kitty!" He said brightly, petting her, then looked towards Matt and shook his head. "No, I've never seen her around here before. Looks like she likes you." In Mr. Howard's mind, Matt definitely needed a pet or something and was more than willing to encourage this new bond. "Take her with you. If she's still there when you get home, you've got a new pet."
"Right..." Matt mumbled, looking at Kristie again, then shrugged. Mr. Howard went back inside and left Matt alone with Kristie again. He looked at the sky again, then removed his jacket and laid it over her back, tucking the ends under the box so it wouldn't fly away. "In case it rains again," he explained to her, as if a cat could understand him. Not that that had ever stopped him from talking to completely inanimate objects most of the time. At least this one had ears.
He got back on his bike and made the long trek home, stopping at a small convenience store to pick up some cat food and litter. "What a good cat..." he murmured when he still found her sitting there when he returned back outside. He finished the ride home and debated whether he should let her come inside or not, but decided to let her make that choice. He left the door open to the house as he brought his box inside, along with the cat litter and food.