Charles was a driver for Ferrari and sadly hadn't time to adopt a pet. So when he saw the poor kitten wounded in the Monaco's street he obviously took him in his arm. "You poor thing ..." Charles mumbled, taking the kitten in his arms. "I'm going to bring you in a vet, sweetheart..." Charles looked around the kitten's neck but saw no collar. "Aaww ..." He sighed and brought the kitten in the nearest vet. He saw a blond man behind a desk, taking call and being so serious. "Uhm ... hello ?" Charles said. "Sorry to bother you but uh ... This kitten is hurt and ..." George, that was the man's name, looked up and quickly stopped his call. "Oh no ! I'm calling the veterinary, don't worry. Is the cat your ?"George asked. "No" Charles shook his head. "But maybe later ...? I don't know." The assistant went in the vet's office. "Pi ! Come here" George said to Pierre. "There is a poor kitten who's hurted... I'm sure Mr Albon can wait for his cat's chek-up, right ?" Charles was petting the little kitten's head, trying to ignore the little whimps of pain. "Sweetheart ... Shhh ... Calm down ..."