Greg filled up a little bowl of water from the car wash's bathroom sink, then set it down for Cat Steven. He assumed that was what Garnet meant when she asked him to "water" the kitten.

Cat Steven seemed more interested in drinking from the dripping sink than from the bowl, but Greg knew he had to be patient with her. It was almost impossible to get a cat to do what you wanted. Greg bought a few cans of cat food and tuna as well, but Cat Steven mostly just licked up the gravy and juices and left the rest for later.

She was a cute kitten, and surprisingly easy-going and affectionate for a little thing that had clearly had a rough life before Garnet adopted her. Greg had known some rather temperamental cats, but knew he couldn't judge all cats just because of a few less-than-friendly ones.


Greg sat in the van, with Cat Steven curled up against his leg. He tried to play his guitar, and he kept playing children's songs his son used to like. When Steven was little and still living with Greg, they used to watch the stars on nights like this, and Greg would try to find constellations to show Steven. Now, when Greg looked at the stars, he couldn't help but worry about Steven. Was he okay?

Garnet had said Steven would be okay, but the way she said it gave Greg an ominous feeling.

Greg scratched behind Cat Steven's soft ears, and he hoped his Steven would be home soon.