Josephine clambered down from the tree, to the enormous brown tom waiting for her.
"Abe, there's one." She flicked her tail in the direction of the alley they had previously left. She had a New York accent (as much as cats could have accents.) Abraham looked up, sitting straighter.
"Where?" He asked (his own voice was blessed with a British accent.) Josephine sighed and turned his head with her paw, "That alley, doofus." The large tom's blue eyes traveled to the alley she had indicated. There was a yellow kit padding carefully along, mewling pitifully.
"Aww, let's go get her." Abraham said, his heart going out to the small creature. Josephine's slender, black-furred body had already set out.
Dita, the little yellow kit, kept calling out, "Mama!" She closed her eyes and sat down to think about what to do. When her little brown eyes opened, there were two cats. She yowled in fear, "Who are you?!"