An extremely tired Kris made the slow trek back to his small apartment. It was freezing outside and, of course, it had started raining and Kris hadn’t brought his umbrella. The sleet stung his exposed skin as he tried to get to the warmth of his home as quickly as possible. As he stopped and waited for the light to turn so he could cross the street, Kris heard a strange noise. Looking around, Kris saw nothing out of the ordinary. He only saw the sad faces of people as unlucky as him to be out in this kind of weather. Shrugging, Kris crossed the street as the light changed. Once he crossed the street, Kris heard the noise again. He shook his head, now certain that he was hearing things. As he started walking in the direction of his apartment, he heard shuffling and then a quiet mew. Confused, Kris turned back around and saw a small box set against the wall of an abandoned building. Kris peeked inside and found a black, soaking wet, kitten. Kris sighed. He knew he couldn’t leave the cat out here, so he quickly scooped up the mewing cat and continued heading home. He opened his jacket and placed the kitten inside, sheltering it from the cold and the ice that continued to rain down.