A cold breeze swept through the crisp October air, in a dark alleyway a mother cat had just given birth to four beautiful kittens. Oh she loved them all, but her mate was not around.

He had left her for a Calico when he figured out about the kittens. When the mother cat began thinking about this she knew she couldn't keep her precious newborns. So, she hid them in a safe passageway between two closed walls.

She gave them all unique names; first there was Sunset, then Railroad, then Myra, then.... She pondered, after all the last born needed a special name on the account of being the runt of the family. She finally decided on the most unique name she could think of... Mizalleria.

After naming and weaning her kittens for a while, she swept away as quickly as she could. For the past weeks, the kittens managed to make it on their own, until one day the sound of footsteps was heard in the alleys.

All of the kittens, pretended to be dead so no one would get the idea of buying them. Two human boys, looked through the passage and laughed, they were wicked boys always doing mean things.

"Hey Jake, they look dead let's burn the box!" one of the boys said. The other boy took out a match and set the box on fire and the two rushed out of the alley's laughing maniacally along the way.

Mizzy smelled something, she didn't know quite what it was, all she knew it was in her lungs and hurting her desperately. Mizzy managed to get through the bursting flames, and behind a nice safe cardboard box.

When the fire was finally gone, Mizzy pranced over to the box to see if her brother and her sisters were okay. She silently leaned over and began crying. Her siblings died, and there was nothing she could do to save them now!

For nine straight hours, Mizzy stood behind a garbage can and wept profusely.

"Honestly, if we lose that old rat again it will be on your head!" a voice shouted. Mizzy tried to hide, but it was too late; instead she just laid low in the shadows, hoping whoever it was they would ignore her.

Mizzy was relieved when she saw a calico and a silver tabby walking by, hissing and snarling at each other. Mizzy lept out of her hiding place, and began meowing loudly. The two toms rushed over to Mizzy to see what had happened.

"Hello, my name is Munkustrap," the silver tabby whispered.

"And I am the one and only master mind Mungojerrie," the calico introduced himself.

"My name is Mizzy," she finally was able to speak.

Munkustrap nuzzled her and took her paw in his. Mizzy knew that this was going to be her family and that was that!