Prologue
Thunder crashed loudly. George Baker woke up with a start, staring out of the window with large eyes. Never before in the entire fifty years of his life had he ever experienced a storm so wild.
"Take a look at this," he hurriedly shook his wife, Eileen Baker, awake.
She groaned sleepily, but finally sat up. "What is it now, dear?"
When she caught sight of the stormy landscape outside, she too gasped in shock.
"Will our house be blown down?" She asked fearfully, getting out of bed.
"Never fear, darling, old George is here!"
They stood by the window, admiring the desolate scenery. Suddenly, George stiffened.
"Did you hear that?" he asked softly. "Sounds like a cat."
Eileen frowned and strained to listen over the booming thunder. "I hear it! I think it's coming from outside."
They tiptoed down the stairs and opened the front door. Both of them were immediately blasted by the howling wind. A soaking scrap of fur lay at their feet, mewling pitifully.
They both stared down at it adoringly, their hearts melting. "Let's take it in, shall we?" Eileen asked.
When George nodded, she bent down to pick the kitten up. Then, a streak of lighting split the night sky, and at the same time, thunder boomed so loudly, they both jumped up, startled.
"Holy Jesus! God must have approved of us taking the kitten in!" George exclaimed in surprise.
They looked down at the kitten once more, who by now was trying to crawl towards them.
"It must be lucky!" Eileen gushed and picked up the kitten up by the scruff of its fur.
They scrutinized it carefully. There was an orange streak down the kitten's flank, and the rest of it was white. The tip of its tail was orange too. George turned it over.
"It's a female." He confirmed.
"Let's name her Misty."