Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Dante fritz was not someone you considered a "cat person" so it surprised quite a few people when the nineteen year old delinquent walked down the street with a scratching post and a cat so small it fit in the hand of a child. "Dante" called his uncle as he entered the apartment "take the cat out side before you kill a tenant, you know this is a pet free zone" he said swinging his arms about as if the average looking apartment building was a castle. He handed him a wad of cash "you got enough there for first and second months rent, Dani owes me so she'll put you up in your own place" Dante being the degenerat he was casually  kicked over every trash can he encountered between forth street and six. "That was counter productive" said dani Dante liked Dani she was hot and more or less unafraid he would murder her and steal her corpse. Dante still doesn't  know how that one got started. Spitfire perched herself on his shoulder  as Dani was speaking "did eat something right kick in or is that a really tiny cat on your shoulder" she asked squinting at him with her freakishly sharp vision "this is spitfire" he smirks scratching  her behind the ear  "she's my new best friend " he smiled