AN: So, this fic is going to be a little bit outside of the box because I was trying to think of something to do with this movie which would make an exciting fanfic. This chapter is hopefully shorter than the ones after it.

The Right Place

Chapter One

Everything was incredibly comfortable for the Aristocats as they lived in the Bonfamille house with the madame but even though Thomas was treated to these comforts, he most enjoyed being with Duchess and the kittens who were becoming less and less kitten like every day. He had been with this family for about four months now and the children were each going their own ways. He admired how Duchess would always take note of their lessons and be able to guide them in artistic pursuits.

He adored Duchess and she had told him that she would like to have a litter of his offspring but he hadn't given her that yet. He was a little nervous about the kittens that he was becoming a fatherly figure to. They must have had a father.

"Are you thinking of something, Thomas, dear?" Duchess asked and Thomas blinked in surprise before feeling Duchess rub herself against his body with a loving purr.

"The kittens are growing older, aren't they?" Thomas asked as it looked as if Toulouse and Berlioz were play fighting with Marie directing her attention elsewhere. "I was thinking of -"

"Yes," Duchess sighed, "It would be nice to have some babies that are ours."

"Ours," Thomas choked before they heard a window open and he turned away, "Uh, I have to go check that out," he said and Duchess shook her head.

"Don't be silly, the Madame is just having some company round, that's all the noises are," she tried to tell him and Thomas nodded to her. "You really are just like the children sometimes, Thomas, adventurous and playful with quite an imagination," she said affectionately.

Thomas hopped off the sofa and went to where the noise had come from. He was surprised to see a calico male cat standing in the middle of the floor. His fur was neatly groomed and his nail beds seemed to be taken care of by some expensive French salon. He definitely did seem to be someone regarded as high class which made Thomas feel a little badly about himself.

"Hi, who are you?" he asked with a tilt of his head as he looked at the three different fur patterns and how each one looked like one of the kittens. Was this?

"I am looking for Duchess," the cat told him and Thomas stared at him. "I am her husband, just returned home. I'm here to see our kittens because I've just returned to Paris. I have been separated from them too long."

"And I'll bet that you'll be separated from them again," Thomas said. "I'm with Duchess now," he said before hearing someone enter the room and he heard Duchess gasp as she took in the two of them.

"Duke?" she asked as she looked at the calico and Thomas took a step back in shock. He turned to Duchess, no, she wouldn't go back with this guy, would she?