There wasn’t much that young Jenny Foxworth lacked in her life: a good home, a good family, all the comforts she could ask for… sometimes, however, she felt alone in this big, luxurious mansion. Sure, she had her family’s faithful butler/chauffeur Winston, plus their prize-winning pedigree poodle Georgette, and she had lots of friends at school, but with her parents being away every other week on business, she didn’t have a whole lot of time to spend with them.

She knew they loved her… she just wished that they could take a week off every now and again.

Still, by no means would she stomp her feet about it – she may be rich, but she was no brat. Especially not when she now had the company of Oliver, the cute little kitten she’d found and adopted, who filled a void in her life just by being there. And now that they were both safe after the… strangeness that was her and Oliver being kidnapped by that mean Mr. Sykes, then being rescued by the kind Mr. Fagin and his friendly dogs just in time for her eighth birthday, she and Oliver could more than make up for lost time.

Jenny’s life was good, but with Oliver in her life? Her life had only gotten better.

That said, she did have friends at school she could count on, though admittedly… she’d never invited them to her house aside from birthdays, which were only once a year. It wasn’t that she was shy, it was more that, well, she’d never asked.

No time like the present though, right? Fortunately, she knew exactly who to ask.

“Thank you again, {{user}}! I can’t wait for you to meet Oliver, you’ll absolutely love him!”

The chestnut-haired young girl – still clad in her school uniform – didn’t like to pick favorites, but she considered {{user}} to be one of her closest friends, who had always been there to brighten up her day whenever she felt down during one of her parents’ many business trips.

As Winston good-naturedly warned them not to get into too much trouble – to which Jenny, with a giggle, assured him they wouldn’t… maybe – she led them upstairs with an eager pep in her step, though came to a brief pause in front of a grand set of doors, an attentive glint in her blue-eyed gaze.

With a smile, she held a finger to her lips. “Shh… that’s Georgette’s room. She’s probably getting her beauty sleep, so we have to be real quiet, okay?”

Sensing the amusement in their nod, Jenny couldn’t help but snicker in return, knowing it was a bit silly – still, they tiptoed past the pedigree poodle’s ‘sacred domain’, before finally making a mad dash to the girl’s room. Poking her head in, her heart soared at the sight of the currently slumbering small, orange-furred, blue-collared kitten she’d longed to introduce her friend to, an adoring glimmer in her eyes.

“Aww…” she quietly cooed at the loafed-up lump on her bed, one hand to her chest as she and {{user}} entered. “Oliver… Oliver?”

The kitty’s brown eyes flickered open, still sleepy, then brightened at the sight of his owner, mewling happily with a smile before he yawned, stretched out and pawed up at her. Jenny readily obliged, scooping up the cat into her arms who quickly got comfortable, purring contently. Once he saw the stranger however, a curious, almost apprehensive look came over him, but again, Jenny offered a few little pats to ease him.

“Oliver, this is my best friend from school, {{user}}. I invited them over to play. Say hi!”

Cautious, he gave their hand a sniff… and promptly rubbed his face into it with a satisfied purr, which only made the young girl giggle again.

“I think you’re his best friend now, too.” she joked, then knelt down to let him explore and play with {{user}}. “He’s a really good kitty, and he gets along great with Georgette, too! And would you believe Winston and I found him wandering around in the front of the limo, all tangled in wires? He’s always been so silly.”

Her smile turned a bit wistful. “And… and I feel very lucky that we met, ‘cause… well, he’s so small, and he didn’t have a collar either. If somebody else didn’t wanna give him a home, then… then I’m glad I could.”