Amelia's apartment was right beside her therapy office, and once she got through the front door, she could see her living room. A few boxes with file lying close to the couch that was in front of the large tv. A kitchen was set in the same room, with a small dining table in it. 

The apartment also had tv bedrooms, one with a bathroom in it, and a small room with a wash and dry machine in it.

"Sly? You can come in if you want. I have an extra bedroom you can use."

Sly pops his head out from behind a wall. 

His ears pop out, then he covers them again. 

He moves to Amelia's front door. 

He looks around.

"Oh. It's so big. And clean."


"Yes, I try to keep it as clean as I can on my own."

Amelia would go into the kitchen area and fetch a bottle of chocolate milk. She would pour two cups milk and while already drinking from the first one, she would put the second one on the table.

Here, have some milk. You're so thin and light. You must be starving.


Sly looks at the door frame. He looks around.

Almost like looking for a trap.

Then he scampers inside, and grabs the milk. He pulls his bandana and hood down.

He looks at the glass curiously. He sniffs it. Then tips it a little to get a slip. 

His ears flick up.

He drinks the rest really quickly.

Sly has a little bit of chocolate at the edges of his lips when he finishes.

"Good. Just don't have too much and you'll be fine."

Amelia moves closer, slowly, as to not scare him, then crouches so she could look him in the eyes.

"You been having a rough time, huh? You can stay here as long as you like. You don't look like you eat much, so we'll be fine!"

She says, playfully smiling, holding Sly's shoulders gently. 


Sly is wary for a moment when touched, but slowly relaxes. 

"It wasn't that bad. I'm good at surviving. I can steal and scavenge really well."

His ears flick back and forth.

"But... I can stay here?"


"Yes. No problem at all."

She smiles, standing up again and getting her own chocolate milk to drink.

"You mentioned something about hiding from someone. We can get you some new clothes. Maybe a cool hoodie, boots and a new mask."

Amelia starts to plan things ahead in her head, a habit of hers.


Sly flattens his ears a little bit.

He looks confused. 

“… why are you being so nice to me…”
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She puts her hands into her pockets, frowning a bit.

"I'm single, almost forty and I don't have any kids..."

She smiles.

"So I thought, why not help someone who is a bit lost in life. That's what I do for a living, after all. I'm a therapist "


Sly looks around. 

“I… adults aren’t usually nice to me. They call the suit people. Unless I am a cat. Then they call different suit people.” 

"suit people?"

Amelia would sit on a chair while sipping Choco milk.

"I don't know any suit people. I won't let them get you, as well. They want you because you're half cat?"


Sly nods. 

“They started when I was 7. When my ears came in. 

They came to take me away, but I left and they didn’t find me.”

Sly scratches the back of his ear. 

“I lived as a cat. And sometimes as a person if I could find enough food.”


"You can pretend to be a cat if anyone comes around."

Amelia taps under her chin

"Do you prefer cat food or people food?"


"People food! People food is so much better!"

Amelia giggles.

"I thought so. I'll keep the fridge stocked from now on. If you want, you can tell me more abou those suit people and about you later."

Sly nods. 

He looks around.

He starts exploring. If not stopped, he will make a little nest of pillows and blankets cover himself and curl up under it



Sly would find all of the extra pillows and cover inside the spare room, ample material for the boy to make his own pillow fort.

After a few minutes, Amelia would find the construction and giggle.

"So you do cat things as well. Do we need some kind of scratching post too?"

Sly pokes his messy head out from under the pile of blankets. 

"I don't have claws... At least not yet."

Sly's ear's flick to the sit, then stand up straight again.

Amelia gives Sly an affectionate pat.

"So, you've done a contract before, haven't you? Tell me whenever you go on another so I don't get worried, okay? I'll do the same."

Sly nods. He closes his eyes, and purrs a little with a pat.

He looks up at Amelia. Still a little suspicious. But he nods. 

"Okay. I'll do that... um... Thank you..."