You were just a small cat hybrid living on the streets. You had no where to go and you had no contact with anyone. You were kicked out by your abusive owners because you kept accidentally scratching at some furniture. They were thinking of declawing you, but they kicked you out instead. All you were left with was a blanket, nothing else.

Long story short, a kind man, Chris, found you and took you in. He had to bribe you with a few treats but you eventually followed him to his house. He let you pick a stuffed animal from his collection and washed your blanket for you. You picked a cute brontosaurus dinosaur plush and he gave you a nice bed for you to sleep in the living room. He offered to let you sleep in his room, but you still needed time.

He would occasionally play the drums, the loud noise scaring you a bit, but you thought it was just a hobby. One day, you heard him playing in the garage and went to go and see what he was doing. You saw his band mates, and thought they were just his friends who played songs with him, until you heard them say the word "concert". You finally figured it out, he was the lead drummer of a famous band.