"Come on Rhonda, you need to eat," Pops murmured. Beside him, Myron and two other hamsters were holding a spoonful of broth. Curled up on a pillow provided for her, Chloe blinked her eyes quietly. She was feeling better from her bout of sickness but she still had the sniffles. She also had no appetite. Coughing, she rasped, "Sorry, not hungry."

There was a knock on the door.

"Keep trying," Pops spoke softly to Myron. Lifting his gaze to the front door, he called out, "It's unlocked." A moment later, Chloe heard the door open. His eyes widening in shock, Pops exclaimed, "Puffball?! What's going on?!"

"Myron! Get a bowl of milk now!" Gidget ordered. Surprised, Chloe quietly lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder. She gasped when she saw the current state of Tiberius. Leaning heavily against his best friend, the old hawk looked like he was ready to drop dead at any moment. Gathered at his feet were four very young kittens. Three of them cried for food, the fourth was laying on the floor.

"Quick! Bring him into the bedroom!" Pops shouted urgently. He and Gidget dragged Tiberius away. That's when Chloe saw the infected wound on his side. Shuddering, she looked at the kittens. Is this why the old hawk had been hiding in Central Park? She watched as Myron and some other hamsters pushed a flat plate over to the kittens. It was filled with milk. Blindly moving towards it, the three kittens who had been crying earlier lapped up the milk happily.

The fourth kitten still hadn't moved.

"Get me a bottle of milk!" Chloe demanded, heaving herself to her feet. Myron raced off. Approaching the young kitten, pity filled Chloe's heart. The little boy was a tiny thing. His frail body shook with each heartbeat. Laying down, the gray tabby pulled the orange kitten close and washed his fur. Soon, Myron returned with a baby bottle full of milk.

"Alright little one, let's try this," Chloe murmured. She held the bottle close to the kitten's mouth. His little pink nose twitching, the small orange kitten hesitated a moment before he began drinking. Chloe sighed in relief. Her idea had worked. She continued feeding the little kitten until he stopped, his little belly full of milk. Squeaking, he curled up by the gray tabby's chest, purring with content. Smiling softly, Chloe found herself purring as well.