He would show up at precisely the same time on Sundays: 3:00 in the afternoon.
Antonio would enter the little establishment, and he would head immediately to the back towards a liitle, Italian cat named Romano.
He was always greeted by a hiss from said cat, and he'd crouch down to greet the cat.
Sometimes that would quiet down the cat, and sometimes that wouldn't quiet him down.
Antonio had seemingly found this little place by random as not of the employees had known him before, and he had never entered with anyone.
"Why don't you adopt him?" It seemed like a relevant question to all who saw him come over.
"I don't have the means to take care of him, and who knows how long I'll live?" He answered the question, and no one had the guts to ask about his health nor the guts to reply that no one knew how long they would live.
On this particular Sunday, he came in with far less energy and cheerfulness.
Antonio still followed his customary route towards Romano.
"Hi there, little Roma." He greeted him, and knelt in front of the small cat.
Romano for once did not complain about the company.
He did hiss a while later when a Frenchman that they did not recognize came to bring the Spaniard home.
"I have to go home now, Romano." Antonio murmured.
"Can mon ami adopt this little cat? I don't think that he will be able to visit anymore." His voice became somber.
"Sure, he can." The man that ran the place answered.
Francis reached over to scoop the cat up, but stopped when he was hissed at.
Antonio saw what was needed, and reached over to pick up the cat; he didn't seem to mind the hissing or the scratches that he received at the action.
He carried Romano out like he was a precious gem, and not some mean cat that only he seemed to love.
Francis stayed behind to fill out the necessary paperwork before guiding his friend back home.
For a while, Antonio's health seemed to improve after the cat moved in to his home.
When things took a turn for the worst and Antonio died, Francis took Romano in to his and Arthur's home which only upset the Briton after the cat had been in there home for less than a day.
Iggy, Arthur's cat, absolutely hated the new company, and avoided Romano altogether.
Francis tried to feed Antonio's old cat, but he refused to eat.
Romano slowly faded away and died, so that he could finally be reunited with his one, real owner that had been the only one to love and understand him.