I know what you're thinking. FOUR FICS AT ONCE? But I promise that until school starts, I will update twice a day at least. I really hope you like this one, because I do!

Disclaimer: I own no cat whatsoever...

Prologue

5 and a half years ago, Munkustrap met the love of his life. He was strolling in the forest. Not many people went there, but for Munkustrap, it was a time to think. He, on this day, was very depressed.

He had found out about the loss of his favorite aunt, Jemima. She died of old age that day, and Munkustrap just needed to unwind and think. The forest it was.

He was walking when he decided to stop to sit. Upon sitting on a hollow log, he heard a soft cry.

"Wah...Wah!"

He looked around, anxious to save the life of whatever called to him. He eventually saw something inside the log. A bundle. He reached in and grabbed it. Folding over the blankets that covered the face, he saw her.

A scarlet kit, not even a year old. She was so beautiful... He looked at her with a smile, as she grabbed his whisker with a giggle. Munkustrap fell in love with the kit then and there, and had a feeling that whoever the baby's parents were had better hope that he never found them...

•~•~•

After checking her over for wounds or bruises, he took her to the orphanage and said then and there to a friendly looking gumby cat,

"Ma'am, I found this kitten in a log in the forest."

"Oh, the poor girl... She's so beautiful..."

"...and I want to adopt her."

"Well, sir-"

"-Munkustrap."

"-Munkustrap, it's more complicated than it seems. Your home must be suitable for a child, and a social worker will come to check it over. Theb, if that is good, you will be the child's legal guardian for a year. And if your proven to care for the child for a year, then you may adopt her."

"That's a tough-ee."

"Well, Mr. Munkustrap, if you let me take the baby, you can fill out this paper and we can have you be interviewed with a social worker within the next few minutes."

She handed Munkustrap a piece of paper, which he signed gratefully. After the gueling and patience-testing interview with the social worker, he was told that the orphanage would give him a week to make things baby proof.

•~•~•

A year had passed, and Munkustrap could call the baby his. And she was his. Once filing for adoption, the social worker asked him the name for his child.

"...Jemima...little Jemima..."

"Very cute. Just sign here, and you have yourself a baby."

"Great."

And when Munkustrap had his child for his own, he was the happiest tom in the world...little did he know all the obsticles and milestones that lay before him...

Sorry for the shorty, but its a prologue nutshell on how Jemima became his. Please review! Later chapters will be longer! Now...gimme feedback!

-Vince