Monday is the only night of the week when I close the marijuana dispensary by myself. Usually there are one or two additional budtenders working the shift with me and there is always a security guard in the lobby until I go home. I am never technically alone, but I am the only dispensary worker. I sent the last two guys into the city with orders for delivery. After they left, I heard some strange noises outside of the San Francisco dispensary location. I planned to go outside to check on the noise but the security guard stopped me in my tracks. He would not let me go outside to check on the noise for safety concerns. He offered to go outside and check on things and I agreed that was a better idea. The security guard came back a couple of minutes later. I did not expect the guy to come back to the store with a small kitten in his hand. He was holding a tiny black and brown kitten that looked starving and cold. The poor kitten probably had not eaten in a long time. The security guard at the San Francisco marijuana dispensary told me that the cat was crying outside near the area where my office is located. That was likely the sound that I heard. He asked if he should call someone about the cat, but I offered to take it home with me. The tiny little kitten looked like it needed a home and I thought that she would get along just great with the other members of my cat family.