He wouldn’t leave. Everyday the same fluffy, black kitten would come to her window. She would never hesitate to open it and welcome him in. She was washing last nights dishes. Loud 80’s music played as she swayed from side to side. Her sweater sleeves were pulled up and her brown, curly hair pulled back. She used a spoon as a microphone and sang the lyrics as loud as she dared. She finally spotted the small bundle of fur in the window. “Oh!” She rushed over and lifted up the window. He mewed in greeting. “Hi sweetie! Don’t you look as dashing as ever?” She gently lifted him up as he let out a loud, but croaked purr. She held him as she grabbed him a bowl. She had bought special milk just for him. She didn’t know what happened to his mom. He lapped it up as she finished the dishes. Once they were both done she picked him up and twirled about the room as he purred. She rubbed her cheek against his soft fur and held him close. “You’re all I need.” She looked sadly at him. He meowed then reached out his little paw to her face. She bent her face down so his paw was resting on her cheek. “I don’t need him, not anymore.” Unpacked boxes lay around the room. Newly packed boxes sat by the door. Her ex’s sister would come pick it up tomorrow. He came a little earlier today while she was baking a pie. She gave a tiny nibble, he licked his lips. After the pie was done she laid down on the couch. She hadn’t gotten around to moving it into the correct spot yet. The kitten laid down against her stomach. He slept splayed out with his tummy exposed. She wrapped her arms around him and softly kissed his head. He stretched his head closer to her in response. It was raining and she was getting worried. She hoped it was only him staying dry. She stayed up as late as she could waiting for him. He had never missed coming before. It had been two days, she had just started to cry again when she heard a quiet meow. She whipped her head up to see him. She smiled and ran to him. He was limping and really dirty, his coat was soaked. She wrapped him in a fluffy blue towel and gave him some warm milk to drink while she grabbed some bandages. She held him next to her for hours. She brought him to the vet who said he had most likely been hurt by a human. But that if she took good care of him he would be okay. She brought him home. Paint was everywhere. She was practically covered in it. She was painting her room a soft cinnamon color. He slept soundly next to the brushes. When she finally finished she cleaned the brushes and turned on the bath. He awoke at the sound of running water. He followed her into the bathroom and slept on the soft carpet as she soaked in the bath. He woke up after a few minutes and jumped up onto the edge. She gently washed the dirt from his fur. He purred loudly and lovingly. She picked him up and held him close. She started sobbing into his fur. She wrapped him up in a towel and after changing into some clean clothes grabbed some hot cocoa for her and some warm milk for him. She dried him off and started one of her favorite movies. He sat comfortably on her lap as she stroked his fur. He never left her again and she never left him.