Rainy days are usually the worst. It made his clothes and shoes wet, all old and tattered from prolonged use as he can't afford anything to put on his back. The alleyway where he was sitting and made a home for nearly a year is littered with trash and thrown away rubbish.

Still, for a black cat, wearing a suit, he does manage to look like a gentleman. For a stray, he learns tricks of the trade to beguile humans with his charm for food or for a little change with the old wooden violin he plays with one broken string hanging loose.

He was in the alleyway, having scored a chocolate cake. It wasn't fancy. It wasn't even meat to fill his stomach. It could be his only meal of the day. But it was food to say the least.

Upon closer look, she can see a pair of black cat ears on top of his head. His ears perked. A stray pet person, a black cat by the looks of his breed.

"Why no. Why don't you come in and take a closer look?" His voice was rather deep for a cat, eloquent in speech and manners.