I gasped, breathing heavily, and looking around to see Oliver still sleeping.

I hung my head, "Why did she call for help?', as I remembered the realistic dream last night. I was in the streets at dark, no Oliver anywhere. The lights were dim, giving shadows in the darkness a frightening feeling as I saw them. Then I heard a terrified scream, then sharp barking. I startled at the loud sounds, and ran to the pinpoint of the sounds, I panted as I saw in the dimmed lights, a young black and white female cat being chased by rugged huge dogs. I followed them into an alley, where I saw the young cat stopping at a dumpster as the dogs was blocked by crashing trashcans. The dogs got up, just as the cat looked back, saw me with bright blue eyes. She only said, "Help, please!" as she stared at me, then the dogs blocked my view, hearing her running quickly, then one of the dogs saw me, began to charge me then I suddenly woke up. Strange. It felt so real like I was actually there. I wonder why I dreamed of her?

Then I felt Oliver moving as he slowly woke up, asking if it's time for us to go now. I nodded, glancing at the rising sun. Yup, we should go now. We went through the same motions as last night, and we went out, heading north to cross more streets and the Brookyln Bridge then, if there's still time to do that. As yesterday, we came through the usual stuff until midday when I found something surprising. Oliver and I was waiting to get across another street when I recognized something from my dream. The trashcans on their sides made me realize this is where she saw me. The alley was just across from us, for gosh sake! I quickly ran once the lights turned red, Oliver exclaiming and asking of what's up with me. I reached the trashcans, sniffing different scents until her scent came to me. I followed it to the familiar dumpster, hearing a faint meow under the dumpster. Oliver stared at me in shock, as I reached the sound, found that it's a tiny kitten, and brought it outside in Oliver's view.

"Oh, my! What happened to the little one?". Oliver spoke as I and he stared at the kitten, barely four weeks old, filthy, breathing softly as it stared blinkingly at us with its blue eyes.

I smelled the kitten's scent, "There's faint scents of her mother. I should go find her, stay with the kit, Oliver. I will be back.". Lord, this is why she asked for help! Please, pray that she is still alive. I followed the mother's scent, going a long way through the alley, and at a side turn, I unfortunately found her. Her black and white body still, pale.

I whispered, "Mother cat, we found your daughter. I will take care of her if you want me to. You sacrificed your life to save her life. You were a brave, selfless cat, ma'am.".

I heard a faint dainty female voice, "Help my kit, please. Bless you for your caring soul.".

I smiled, "I will. I promise you this.". I sighed, noticing a drafty towel, and placing it over her body. With a determined heart, I left her, going back to Oliver and the female kitten.

"Did you find the mother, Whiteflight?", asked Oliver quietly.

"Oliver, she is home now. Lend me the kit please, so I can clean her fur.". I whispered gently. Oliver widened his eyes for a moment, sighed quietly, nodded, gently pushed the kitten into my paws. The kitten stared at me soulfully, then she yawned softly, as I washed her gently with my tongue. The washing lulled her to sleep, then I stopped, staring at her. She has a black nose, a cream face with a white muzzle, cream pelt with three black major spots, and a tipped black tail.

"What do we do with her, Whiteflight?". Oliver glanced at me, asking confusedly.

"She requires milk, and I can't feed her, so we need to find someone, preferably a vet to help her.". I spoke wisely. Oliver agreed on that, asked of how can we find a vet. I told him that we need to look around for one. The kitten yawned again, grabbing our attention. I smiled as she curled up and rubbed against my chest, rumbling with purrs.

"We should name her. I mean, we can't keep calling her kitten.". replied Oliver offhand. I nodded, thinking of a couple names, and suggesting them to Oliver. Oliver disapproved them away with certain points. Then Oliver suggested to call her Bianca, after Bianca the mouse in 'The Rescuers', that Jenny saw in theater. I smiled, seeing it as fitting for our kitten foundling. I like it, and who knew the future disney characters saw the older movies? Wow, that's awesome. Bianca meowed, awake, and approving of her new name. Oliver and I chuckled amusingly, and with a few scraps from the trashcans that we ate, I gently picked Bianca up in her scruff, carrying her as I walked along Oliver.

We walked for a hour, with Bianca mewing every 15 minutes until I saw a vet shop from reading the name off the display window. I grinned, sidestepping into the alley nearby, and dropping Bianca gently on the ground, I told Oliver of the plan. The plan: Get to the back door of the shop, scratch and knock our paws on the door, and show the vet, Oliver happily agreed, nodding as I again picked up Bianca, and with a few side alleys, we got to the back door, and we scratched, knocked on it for a few moments.

After a minute of waiting, the door opened to reveal a young adult female vet with causican looks, short brown hair, and dark blue eyes, exclaiming as she saw us.

"Oh, my. Why are you little guys here? Oh, a kitten! Dear, she needs milk. Come in, don't be shy. You did a good thing, bringing this little girl here.". she replied calmly. We came in, into a warm room full of recovering animals. We followed the vet to a side office with nursing supplies, and fluffy blankets for us to rest as we watched her nurse Bianca from a small bottle of goat's milk. We came to find that the vet is named Natalie Holloway. After Bianca has been nursed, she was put to rest beside me after she was meowing for me. Natalie simply spoke that it's amazing, and checked my and Oliver's collars. Natalie called the home number from Oliver's tag, and got a reply as I heard Winston's voice speaking. Oliver looked at me, smiling as he thanked me. I shrugged it off, saying it's in my heart to help anyone in trouble. He nodded, and went to sleep, his breathing becoming a soft sound. Bianca softly meowed, grabbing my attention. I lowered my muzzle, nuzzling her head gently, and she licked me on the snout lightly, then yawned, purring quietly as she nestled in my fur. I smiled, feeling tired, and I went to sleep deeply. Night, kids.