"Hey, I got you, I got you," He whispers softly to the squirmy cat, continuing to pet it to keep it calm as he walked. When it eventually settled down he smiled and held it close, keeping an even pace. Usually he would jog or run home, but he just calmly walked this evening, ignoring the passersby with his small passenger.

He walked up the stairs to his small apartment, unlocking the door and stepping inside, shutting it behind him. It wasn't awful, kept clean and a bare minimum around. A very used couch, something obviously dragged up from the side of the road, an old phone plugged into the wall and a small dining set, but not much else. "Home sweet home." He tells the cat without much luster and finally sets it down on the cushion of the couch, making his way to the kitchen.

He had heard that canned tuna was bad for cats, but...he figured a stray wouldn't be picky. Now...where had he put that can opener?