Disclaimer: I don't own DP, but I DO own all made-up characters
Jazz sighed as she slowly dragged her feet away from the Baxter Residence after her tutoring session with Dash. She couldn't believe he actually graduated second grade. Probably because he was an amazing athlete.
The Session was less than productive. Dash spent the whole time hitting on her, not paying attention to the Algebra II homework she was showing him how to do. If he flunks Ninth Grade, She thought grimly to herself, it won't look good on my Transcript.
She was within walking distance of her house, when she heard something pitifully mewing. She was surprised at this, considering none of the neighbors own a cat, and strays were not common in Amity Park.
She figured out that the sound was coming from the alleyway a few houses down from her house. Soon, she spotted what looked like a basket filled with some of her parents' endoplasmic goo samples. But as she drew nearer, she realized there was something inside.
She hesitated before sticking her hands in the goo, feeling around for what was making the sound. She didn't like the idea of touching the ectoplasm, but she disliked the idea of a poor animal trapped in there more.
At last she picked up the body of a Black-and-White Kitten. At first Jazz thought it was dead, until she saw the rising and falling of its chest that told her it was alive. Poor Thing, She thought to herself, then realizing a likely possibility, that there were more in the basket than this one.
She searched the basket a few more times, finding three more. Two were black-and-white like the other one, but the third was orange-and white. All appeared to be alive but unconscious. I can't just leave them here, She thought desperately to herself, I'll keep them at home until I think of something.
Though Jazz was one of Casper High's "best and brightest," as Mr. Lancer would put it, she failed to wonder how the kittens could have mewed if they were unconscious.