Groaning, the tiny kitten blinked her eyes open. Due to the bright light shining down on her, she had to squint to see. Luckily for her, something dark blocked the light. She was now looking up at a brown tabby cat with blue eyes. He appeared to be about a month older than her. Smiling, he chirped, "Finally! You're awake!"

"Where am I?" the gray tabby kitten mumbled. She couldn't remember what happened. The last thing she could recall was being on the road and then there was a pair of bright lights. After that, she got hit and blacked out. Now, by the looks of things, she was in a house laying on a pillow. Something weird and scratchy was wrapped around her head. She tried rubbing it but the other kitten wouldn't let her. Pulling her paw away with his own, he murmured, "Don't scratch."

"It hurts..."

"For now, yes. I'm Zack, what's your name?"

"... I... I don't have a name..."

Just then, a door opened. Zack and the young kitten looked up at a middle aged lady. Placing down a small bowl for Zack, she scooped up some food from a different bowl with a spoon and held it out towards the kitten. "It's okay," the lady whispered softly, "It's just some chicken." Sniffing the spoonful of food inquisitively, the tiny gray tabby glanced up at the lady. Her stomach growled hungrily. With another second or two of hesitation, she took a bite and then another.

"There you go..." Suzan spoke softly. A smile spread across her face as she watched the kitten eat. The poor thing must be starving. The lady had been driving home last night when she saw the tiny creature on the side of the road, bleeding from a wound on her head. She couldn't just leave her there. Besides, Zack could use a companion. And she already had the perfect name for her. Picking up the kitten carefully once she was done eating, Suzan asked, "How do you feel about staying with us?" Wagging her striped tail like a puppy, the gray tabby squeaked.

"Alright then, welcome to your new home Chloe."