Kurt was your typical little kitten. He was curious to the point of getting stuck on top of seven foot bookcase with no way down and having to meow until his owner, Burt, heard and got him down. He lounged in areas only a kitten would deem acceptable. He would play with a ball of yarn all day and never tire of it.

But Kurt was also a little different. Instead of wearing your traditional red collar, Kurt don a medium sized, yellow bow tie. When ever given the opportunity, Kurt would scavenge for different colored ribbons and beg Burt to change his bow. Once the ribbon is tied, Kurt would stand in front of a mirror and look at himself from different angles. This happened with all the 15 ribbons that little kitten has managed to find. All Burt can do is giggle and admire Kurt's antics.

Although Kurt enjoyed all these activities in such a large house, he felt lonely sometimes. Sure, there were other cats around the neighborhood, but they were all mean to him. He was different when it came to his personality. Rather than fancying all the girl kittens, he fancied the boy kittens. He never understood why that was such a bad thing and why the older boy cats would push him around whenever our dear Kurt went up to one of them. He just wanted to make friends.

One summer afternoon, the little kitten was on his his weekly search for new ribbons or accessories, in Burt's closest. About an hour before, he had given up on searching the kitchen after a little mis-hap with the sink.

Kurt managed to search the drawers, some of the cabinets, and the counter, but no success. Then came the sink area. The little kitten never ventured up here because whenever Burt stood in front of here, Kurt would here the clatter of metal things and the loud splash of something mysterious. And whenever Burt was done in the area, his hands would look like an old man's hands and the pieces of metal looked newer the same as before Burt used them. Kurt had no interest in any part of him to grow old so quickly, assuming the contraption was some sort of aging device or time machine.

But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat-although that is over exaggerating in this case.

Once Kurt finished exploring the counter, he decided to continue on his adventure, even when he faced the mysterious aging device. Kurt crouched down and stuck his butt in the air. Slowly, he approached the smallest part of the contraption. With his nose he nudged at the piece.

Maybe it moves? he though. But the piece wouldn't budge. Not wanting to give up, Kurt circled the piece, keeping an eye on it, and sat down on the area between the piece and the large shiny thing in the middle. He tilted his head in thought and trained those big glasz eyes on the piece.

After much deliberation, and an internal 'Come on, have more courage' monologue, Kurt placed his paw on the piece and pushed. Caught up in the excitement of finally figuring out the time machine, Kurt didn't realize that the piece was looser than he assumed.

Everything happened too quickly. Kurt slipped forward, thankfully the piece missed his nose, but was able to hold onto the ledge of the machine. Only for three seconds. At this point in time, our little kitten assumed he would be transported to somewhere far, far away from home. Some place where ribbons didn't exist, or even worse, a place where there were no pretty colors. But as he had all these assumptions racing through his mind, he all but realized that he was standing in the same house, on the same sink.

He was taken out of his trance by something tapping his head every few seconds. Slowly tilting his head up, thinking some sort of bird or monster was pecking at his little head and Goodbye cruel world, Kurt was faced with reality.

Is that... water? he thought. Soon after that everything started to make sense.

This isn't an aging device, Burt uses this for washing the flat white things and those metal tools. Duhh.

Feeling proud of this discovery, Kurt stood up tall. He searched for a way out and found a little basket thing holding a blue fluffy thing and a silvery thing. He jumped up on the basket then bounced up on the counter.

After leaving the dreaded kitchen area, Kurt figured he would to the safety of Burt's room-where everything was comfy and nothing threatened to harm him. He bounced to Burt's room and found the that the closest was slightly open.

Hmm. Never been in there.

Kurt looked outside the room to make sure Burt wasn't around. He stuck his nose in the air, coast is clear. He ran back into the room and into the closest. What he found was kitty heaven. The little room was filled with vibrant colors, pieces of cloth that were designs and lots of loose strips of yarn...

When he heard Burt calling him, Kurt shot down out of closest as if a swarm of bees chased after him. Kurt seized to a stop just a few feet from Burt when he smelt something new.

*sniff* Well thats new thought Kurt.

Burt let out a little laugh once he saw the gray and white ball of fur run out of his room and start sniffing the air. Kurt's nose stopped wiggling, in the attempt to figure out what that gosh darn smell was, and then he looked up as Burt kneeled in front of him. Burt's arms were behind his back.

That's where the smell is coming from, he concluded, but what's back there? Just as Kurt was about to take a step forward Burt started talking.

"I have a little present for you Kurt." In a few seconds, Burt was holding out a lump of brown, fluffy fur with golden hazel eyes, round ears and a medium sized tail.

"Kurt, meet Blaine."