Vanja had never been an overly enthusiastic about pets. When other people had them, he enjoyed playing with them, but he had never really taken care of one of his own. However, it wasn’t because he didn’t want a pet, but rather he figured he had other things to worry about. According to some people, Vanja couldn’t even take care of himself, let alone a pet. Though arguably, he’d likely take care of a pet before taking care of himself, since he had an instinctual nature to look after others, no matter how hard he tried to play that off.
When he found a seemingly lost and confused kitten among the aftermath of the chaos that had happened the night before, Vanja couldn’t ignore it. A tiny thing, the little black creature had been hiding in a pile of rubble when he found it, scared and likely unsure of anything in the surrounding environment. Thinking on his feet, Vanja was able to transfigure a bit of milk for the kitten with a flick of his wand, holding it out to him or her as a peace offering. Thankfully, it had worked, and Vanja was able to scoop it up after and bring it to someone who might be able to help.
He had confirmed on the way there that the kitten was indeed a male, and though names weren’t the first thing on his mind, it did cross it briefly that they would need to give him one. Vanja took the kitten to Tristan’s flat, knowing that he was good with animals and might be able to help. It didn’t appear that he was home yet, by the looks of it, though that had never stopped Vanja before. Letting themselves in, Vanja set the kitten down to wander, fetching some more milk from the kitchen and a small bowl. He had no idea how to care for a cat, though, so he had hoped Tristan would be back soon.
