Chapter 5

“Umm, sure.” Guy put the kitten down. The girl knelt, smiling when it came to her outstretched hand, allowing her to rub its head.

“What’s its name?”

“I don’t know,” Guy told her. “Same with the dog. Like I said, I just found them and they don’t have collars or tags.”

“You gotta name them. You can’t call them dog and cat and leave it at that.”

“Well, he could,” Mack, the protective teen, said with a brief smile. He tossed the pipe on his sleeping bag, which Guy hoped meant he finally trusted him.

“What’s another word for gray?” the last teen asked.

“No clue,” Guy replied.

“I know, you can call him, or her, Ghost, or Ash.” The girl picked the kitten up, turning it on its back. “Her, I think. No dick.”

“Not sure you’d see it unless it was peeing,” Mack pointed out.

“Well, she looks like a she, so how about Ghost. That’s, what do they call it? Gender neutral?” She looked up at Guy.

“I suppose Ghost works. What do you think, cat?”