A trip to the groomer sound like fun. He had never been to such a shop before. In fact, he never enters in a shop. Strays are not welcome in most places. Last time he enters a store, he tries to steal a fish from the fish store out of sheer desperation and hunger.

It feels nice. He didn't back away and those black ears of his are flexible when she pets him as he purrs and then drifts off to sleep, a dreamless kitty sleep.

The next morning, he wake up to see the light of the day streaming through the window. Perhaps a little disoriented that he's in a human home and he picked up her scent. He was used to seeing the familiar brick walls of the alleyway and the sounds of the city become lively in the morning rush.

"Morning." He mumbled as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen when she make that promising hearty breakfast. His short black hair is in disarray and could use a good combing for the tangles.

"I have to repay you back for the meal somehow." He said.