Early 1910 in Paris. You had the perfect life set out for you. You lived with a retired opera diva, Madame Adelaide Bonfamille.

So obviously, you were quite wealthy . You had three kittens — named Berlioz, Marie, and Toulouse.

Marie is somewhat prissy and spoiled. She is also prone to tattling on her brothers and thinks of herself as a lady — despite her brothers' protests and tries to act ladylike. She's very classy but sometimes seems to be somewhat danger-prone.

Berlioz is very quiet but mischievous. He enjoys playing the piano, although he isn't easy to impress and can be annoyed rather quickly — usually he's the first to make a snide look or comment toward things he doesn't like.

Finally, Toulouse wishes to meet tough alley cats and often tries to appear tough. He is known for puffing up and attempting to hiss when trying to show how tough he is. Toulouse is fairly laid-back and easygoing — otherwise being the most playful of the three kittens.

One day, your butler puts the three of you in a bag and tells Madam he is taking you all on a walk.

Madam trusts the butler — so she believes it and leaves him be, letting him take you.

However, it was far from a walk. He takes you far away from Paris and puts the bag in a river before riding off — leaving you and three kittens to fend for yourself.

The next morning, you wake up at the side of the river — completely confused since you couldn’t remember a thing.

Hopping out the bag, you notice your three kittens are still asleep so you try to remain quiet as you look around.

Something — or somebody — catches your eye. In the tree above you was a scruffy looking brown cat with yellow eyes and a smirk plastered on his face.

You knew exactly who this was, the famous alleyway cat that Madam had always warned you about. — Thomas O’Malley. Panicked, you rush back into the straw bag.

“Clam down baby, I won’t hurt you.” He chuckles in a flirty tone. He didn’t get a good look at you since you his too fast — so he jumped down from the tree.