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[stileswpng-blog]

Getting cats out of trees was never easy. For some reason they always refused to be saved despite having been meowing desperately at passerby until someone had the heart to call the fire department. When he was on shift, Stiles was usually the one sent to deal with animal-related problems. He had a way of making them feel safe. Stiles suspected it was his baby-talk voice. This time it was a small grey and black striped tabby cat with bright green eyes meowing down at him as he set up the ladder, and she was so thankful for the attention that she clambered onto the top of Stiles’ head the moment it reached her branch. Moving carefully, Stiles touched back down, the kitten refusing to move from her perch. He noticed someone smiling at the sight of him with a small kitten curled up in his mess of hair and blushed. “She was really thankful for the rescue.” Stiles said, smiling back.

[ciaoenzo-blog]

After years and years of standing outside stores badgering people with campaigns and community issues for his family, Enzo had become quite good at quickly reciting his topic and  sending people off before they knew what happened. He told his father this specific survey was better done through the mail or perhaps through the social media accounts he now ran for the police station, but his father insisted this was the best way. “Do you use social media” He wasn’t his best today as he continued to stare at his phone when he felt someone approach the store doors. “How would you like to access services in Columbus in a whole new way?”