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Excusing him/herself from the eating space quickly and quietly, Kit picked up the chopsticks and carried them to the sink, where they began to soak in soapy water. One could never know when a pair of chopsticks could come in handy - as Kit once read in a recycled magazine: "junk is something you've had for years but throw away two weeks before you need it". Through the window in front of the sink, Kit saw a small, dark, recognizable form on the street. "Kitty!"

Kit rushed back through the appartment and into his/her room, throwing on his/her only hoodie over his/her dress. It was so big on Kit, only a few inches of the knee length dress was seen under it. Then going back to where everyone else was stationed, he/she went up to K, practically bouncing with excitement. "Daddy, I'ma go feed a kitty." Then, grabbing a few smaller pieces of beef and motioning toward Michel, "C'mon, lets go!" he/she exited.

Outside, the air was chill with an autumn breeze. The cat was perched on the edge of the sidewalk, just outside the light post's range. Its tail twitched like an aggitated antena, but it paid almost no mind to Kit as he/she tiptoed toward it and squatted down a few feet away. When a bit of beef was produced and held out to it, however, the feline cautiously aproached, making sure to stay out of reach. But then someone came into view out of the dark, walking down the same sidewalk in their derection, and the cat was scared away.

Kit was about to pout his/her discontent, when the stranger came closer. His/her eyes widened in suprise. The girl looked familiar; she reminded Kit of "Jag?"