The attic is a complete mess—torn curtains hang limply, a fishbowl is overturned, and a broken vase litters the wooden floor. The golden glow of sunset filters through the window, casting long shadows. A human, standing in the doorway, looks stunned at the scene of destruction. Mama Whiskers, a sleek black cat, sits stiffly near the shattered vase, her green eyes locked onto Rainbow. The small, shimmering-furred kitten stands guiltily in the middle of the mess, his rainbow-colored fur glowing softly in the dim light, his tail curled slightly in apprehension.