Rainy days spent underneath park benches, meowing at strangers and ears perking up only to falter down when some parent would scold their child for wanting to take “that stray” home, are gone. Instead there is a roof and a sofa and a table. It’s cold sometimes, but Yomiel gladly welcomes him under a blanket. His mind wanders as he strokes his fur aimlessly.
Sometimes, times like these, it would wander too far. His hand came to a halt and out came a sigh. His glasses get pulled off and he wipes his eyes and sniffles as quietly as possible. Sissel purrs louder, as loud as he can manage, and rubs his head against the other’s belly. He hates feeling so helpless, so he offers a meek, “I’m here with you.”
Today in particular, he receives a chuckle and a warm smile. Yomiel scratches him under the chin. ”Tomorrow, I’ll be getting us a better life, just you watch.”
Sissel tilts his head to the side, but the smile doesn’t falter.