A/N: This plot bunny popped into my head while I was brainstorming with one of my friends about story ideas. It's the events leading up to when Klunk is found by Mikey in The Christmas Aliens. I promise I'm working on my other stories, I'm just trying to get rid of the writer's block that's been holding up ideas.

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He had never known the warmth of a home, the love of a family. His mother had been abandoned by her family when they found out she was pregnant; leaving her to fend for herself out in the harsh cold of the city streets. He had been the youngest in a litter of five, as well as the smallest. His mother feared he wouldn't live through the night, believing the cold would claim him before he had the chance to open his eyes. Maybe that was why she never named him. Why grow an attachment to something that wasn't going to live to see a sunrise?

But live he did. He fought for his life every step of the way. Even as the cold winter nights claimed the lives of his siblings and, eventually, his mother, he was determined to live to find a family. However, people in such a large city didn't give strays a second glance, let alone a first. So, he spent his nights curled up in whatever shelter he could find away from the cold and the snow. Of course, the shelters were often in places humans didn't want to see strays, so he was more often than not chased away to find somewhere else to sleep.

And then there were the nights where he was afraid to sleep, fearing that the cold would take him as it did his siblings and mother and he would never wake up again. So, he continued to fight. He wasn't going to be just another stray that was left to die on the streets. He was going to find a home with a loving family. However, he just didn't know where and how he was going to find such a place.

It was cold and snowing. His paws ached from trudging through the deep snow. The humans looked happy, not seeming to mind the cold. But they had thick clothing whereas he only had a thin layer of fur to keep him warm. He tried gaining the attention of some young children, hoping that they would take pity and offer him shelter; but it was a futile attempt, they were only interested in sledding.

That was when he heard the sounds of joyous laughter. On aching paws, he made the trek over to where the laughter was coming from. At first glance it looked like any other human, but as he got closer he noticed the distinct green color of the person's skin. This one was different, he could tell.

Walking up closer, he let out a small meow, earning him a curious look from the green stranger. Golden eyes locked with blue as they regarded each other. The green stranger rolled over off of his back and on to his knees.

"Aw, poor little guy," the stranger said. "All alone out here in the cold."

There was genuine concern in the stranger's voice, and the next thing he knew he was being picked up and placed inside the warmth of the stranger's coat.

"You'll be nice and warm in here. And maybe we can find you a home," the stranger said.

Thank you, he meowed.

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