Re: log: adam s/matt d
Inside the back room, a few small voices mewled raucously in cages. Matt knelt down in front of one of them and unlatched the door.
When he stood, he was holding a red tabby kitten. "Fourteen weeks," he said. Still small enough to be held in one hand, but not so small that he needed his mother anymore. "He has all the shots he needs for now."
He extended his hand out to Adam, with a look that clearly indicated he should take the kitten and see if he liked it. There was no question it wouldn't be going home with him if Matt sensed that home wasn't going to be the right one.