a/n My first song fic! The Stray cat tribe kittens are singing to three cats who ask where they are from. Right now they are lost in Boston.

Disclaimer: I own the Stray cat kittens and the three cats. That's it.

"Axel! At this rate we'll never get home in time for the Stray cat ball!" Graciette meowed. It was official. The kittens were lost in Boston.

"I don't need to ask for directions Gracie! We just need to find another truck to take us home!" Axel retorted to his little sister, who hissed in return. Theta was sitting next to Axel, and he couldn't take it anymore. Every kitten began to argue.

"WILL EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" Theta yelled, managing to get every kitten to stop and stare at him. "Thank you! Now, if you two keep arguing we'll never get home!" He walked up to three cats who just happened to be strolling along. "Excuse me, but my friends and I are lost. Can you help us get home?" For added effect he did his best sad puppy eyes.

"Of coarse, darling. We are you from?" The queen in the trio said to him. Th kittens smiled too each other and allowed Theta too start the song.

Theta: Oh We come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan cars roam
Where it's flat and immense
And the heat is intense
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home

Axel continued the song when they saw the trio was enraptured in the kittens' voices.

Axel: Oh We come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan cars roam
Where they cut off your ear
If they don't like your face
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home

Silhouette continued this time.

Silho: When the wind's from the east
And the sun's from the west
And the street and the stand are right
Come on down
Stop on by
Hop a taxi and ride
To another New York City night

Cattivo lent his voice this time.

Tivo: New York City nights
Like New York City days
More often than not
Are hotter than hot
In a lot of good ways

Graciette finally lent her voice and finished off the song.

Gracie: New York City nights
'Neath New York City moons
A fool off his sleet
Could fall and fall off feet
Out there on the streets

The kittens bowed and the trio was awestruck. The trio quickly agreed and soon the kittens were on a truck way home. Axel walked up to Theta, who was staring into space. "Hey, Theta? Thanks back there."

"What for?"

"If you hadn't started the song, none of us would've known what to do. Plus, that was more fun than saying 'We're from New York City'"

"Good point. I'll see you when we get there." Theta said ans curled into a ball, his blue gray fur glistening in the moonlight. Axel smiled and fell asleep next to his best friend. Theta always reminded him of the Arabian moon. And the New York one, too.

MOW: Ha ha! That was fun! And this is multi chappy too!

Theta: Oh no. o_o

MOW: : ) BTW, Fool off his Sleet means Fool off his guard in Stray cat talk.

Live Long, Prosper, and SPOON! - MOW