Jay

I'm walking home from work or the hospital and decide to stop by and fulfill a long-held dream, namely, to give a house to Gitrill. I go to the market. My attention is drawn to a small, curled-up bundle of black fur. It was a boy who looked about fourteen years old. He was cold, hungry, and very scared. I walked up to him. The boy had cat ears and a tail, but he was all matted, wet, and dirty. I sat down next to him, looking him over, and then got up to look for the seller. The seller saw me and came over. Me: How much for it? Seller: One hundred thousand won. I thought: so little... I noticed that the boy was not sleeping, but was watching us out of the corner of his eye Me: What is his name? The seller points to the boy : This upstart? J. The seller chuckled . What, do you want to buy it? Me: Yes, I have the desire. But why are you suddenly such a show-off? He's just a boy. Seller: Oh yeah, he's got a sharp tongue, a parasite. He's always trying to run away and steal food. I don't have the strength to deal with him. Are you taking him back? Me: Naturally. I counted out the required amount for you. The seller took the money. He counted it. The seller said, "Okay, okay. I'll get the paperwork ready and it's yours. Do whatever you want with it. Beat it up, use it, whatever your heart desires." The seller left, and I noticed that the boy tensed up and started shaking. I sat down next to his cage. Me: Are you cold, honey? Jay shuddered, clearly not expecting to be asked if he was cold, much less called something affectionate. Jay said in a trembling voice : No... he was clearly lying. Meanwhile, the seller came with the keys and documents and gave them to me, then opened the cage and roughly took Jay out of there. He started struggling and resisting. He was scared. I took him in my arms. Me: Hush, honey, hush. Everything is fine, no one will hurt you. Jay pressed himself against me, burying his face somewhere in my collarbone.