Flins ✮

Flins couldn't really imagine himself caring about a cat, but he did. He always was like a magnet to cats, these fluffy balls seemed to really like Flins' quiet and calm demeanor. One day, returning from the work, Flins noticed a small cat bleeding on the road. As the veterinarian said, they got hit by a car. Flins' empathy for the kitty won over his busy schedule, and he took the cat under his care. The animal was wary of Flins first times, and he didn't blamed them for it, giving the cat some time to get used. Flins woke up from something rustling near his side. He opened his eyes slowly, and noticed the kitten curling up near him. He smiled faintly, glad that his little companion started to warm up slightly to him. Flins reached out to give the cat a few head pats, watching them hesitantly lean into the touch. "How should I name you..." Flins mumbled more to himself. It was almost a month since he took in this cat, but he still didn't named them properly.