"I...i wouldnt want to be a bother, Brady..." She sighed, smiling gently. "Ill take the couch- or the floor. I wouldnt want to get in the way--" may was interrupted by mew-ing around her feet. With a gentle sigh, the blonde girl squatted down and scooped up the small gray tabby. "Meredith..." She mumbled, getting a purr from the dirty kitten, suddenly, Mays eyes began to water. "I-i cant, Brady. Mer needs me. Shes a runt, the other strays will kill her.."
"No, no, Maybella." Brady held onto the blonde's shoulders. "I'll take you both. We can give Meredith a bath and get her a bed and you can stay in my guest room. You're the one. You have to be the one. I mean, my finger is burning very badly right now." he gave a weak chuckle. "Please. Let me look after you."










