Open home and warm

Simon poked his head around one of the dumpsters and saw that a cat or a kitten to be more correct was exactly what it was. A small black tabby, with grey markings through her fur. She was small and curled into a ball in a box with nothing in there for warmth. The snow that had fallen in, some had melted, making the bottom of the box soaked, and soaking through her fur as well. He couldn't help the gasp of concern as he kneeled down by the box and gently reached in. The hiss and flurry of claws was only a little bit unexpected. Okay a lot, he hadn't thought through his plan, other than the poor thing needed to be held and feed and loved. He snatched his hand back, wincing as the small scratches quickly healed. She had curled herself more against the side of the box and this time Simon took it slower. Cooing softly as he reached down to grab ahold of her scruff so that he could pick her up.