Cora was a tolerant cat. She really was. But if there was one thing she hated, it was being carried in a basket. The basket had tendency to sway from side to side and no matter how careful the person who carried her tried to be it was futile. Her last dinner had escaped from her stomach on a white blanket on the floor of a basket before they had even got past the gate of her former home.

The turn of events have been confusing for Cora. An old lady, who was called as Marie d'Este by her human friends, had fell in long sleep which took warmth out from her body. Death was something that the little cat didn't understand. She had been tried to wake up the lady by meowing her until a neighbour had happened to walk past the house and noticed them. After that, things were chaotic for a while. Some people had came and took the lady away. No one seemed to notice the little cat with cream-colored van patterns who was demanding answers with her soft-sounding meows. Then came silence. She was left alone in her home for hours, sometimes for days. No one seemed to take care of her. Someone did bring her food but otherwise she was alone. No one was there to brush her fur or playing with her. Her lonely voices echoed in an empty house.

But then came the day when she got caught in the basket, despite of her loud protests. And even tough it wasn't a long time she was in the basket, it surely was not pleasant journey for her and probably it was not for the person carrying her as she wasn't afraid to express her opinion of the situation. She didn't shut down until the front door of McMahon's house opened and her nose was filled with new scents that sparked her interest.

What was this place? It was very interesting and most importantly it wasn't vet's office! Was it... her new home?