The warm tip of her tongue touched the red, swollen frostbite on Levin's hand, and although the barbs on the cat's tongue stung him with pain, the pain was nothing compared to the warmth she brought.
When he saw that the cat was not eating, but only licking weakly at his hand, he realized that such a small cub might not be able to eat bread.
He didn't mind stuffing the piece of bread that Sirena had licked but didn't eat into his mouth. He wasn't a pampered child anymore, and his frequent starvation had made him appreciate every bit of food he could eat.
"Well, can I get you something to drink? My kitten."
Levin gently put the kitten back into the shoebox, pulled off the tattered scarf he had picked up somewhere around his neck, put it over Sirena, and began to rummage through the garbage.
"Here, drink this, there's the milk?" Really don't know which kids don't want to drink half of the milk they threw away, but Levin carefully poured a little bit of it into the palm of his hand and brought it in front of Sirena.
"Meow!"
This time, the aroma of milk poured out of her nose, and Sirena felt the hunger in her stomach and stuck out her tongue to lick it up.
Levin looked at the kitten, who was buried in his palm, and gently stroked the kitten's soft head with his other hand.
Instead of resisting, Sirena rubbed against his hand.
Levin looked as if he had gotten a precious treasure and smiled like he hadn't done in a long time.
After the kitten and the little boy finished half of the milk, Levin carried Sirena back to his lair.
Yes, it is just a shelter made of old cardboard under the footbridge.
The main purpose of this group is to take advantage of people's sympathy for children, pretending orphans who have been abducted or picked up as their own children, and together they earn money by begging. If they are smart, they are groomed to be thieves, using their small size and people's relaxed vigilance to move through shopping malls and steal property.
Levin knows that stealing is wrong, but he is afraid of getting his legs broken to beg for money as a handicapped person. Sandwiched in the middle of a group of children, Levin appears to be mediocre, but in fact, he is trying to find ways to make a living.
Under the footbridge is a paradise for the homeless, and a large bridge can accommodate tens or hundreds of people.
Unwilling to leave the kitten in the cold garbage, Levin secretly stuffed her into his own tattered coat.
"Meow," Sirena said, emerging from the boy's lapel and looking around with her pupils wide open.
"Shh..." Levin hurriedly covered Sirena's mouth and tucked her into the quilt with himself.
"Be a good kitten, don't scream please."
He's not an adult. Fairy tales still exist in the hearts of children.
So he believed that the kitten would understand what he was saying, and would treat her as if she were a close companion.
Sirena keeps silence and nestled into the boy's arms.
The night was dark.
"Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, little ball of fur. Happy Kitty, Sleepy Kitty, purr, purr, purr " Levin was singing this lullaby to Sirena.
Levin who has always had trouble sleeping because of his living conditions, finally fell asleep with a fluffy kitten in his arms on this night, and slept very sweetly.