Summary: When one of three housemates discovers a box of colourful kittens left out alone and just prior to a thunderstorm, she can't help but bring them in for food and will the other two housemates react? Especially when the girls realise these aren't exactly your average, everyday kittens. Mainly ItachixOC. Also DeidaraxOC and AkatsukixOC.

Author's Note: Hello. For those of you still awaiting an update on Stranded, I do apologise. I very much appreciate your patience, reviews and support and will post another chapter as soon as I am able. I know this story (or plot, rather) is somewhat very overdone, but it seems like the type of story I could have fun with. I do have some major and exciting ideas to expand the plot beyond the regular "kittens in the real world" storyline and will possibly be turning this into a trilogy of sorts – so stay tuned for that!

Please do let me know your thoughts, every review is greatly appreciated. I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading my story and that you are able to connect with my new and evolving characters - I am very excited and will do my very best to personalise and characterise each of them individually so that they are able develop as the story eventuates.

Thankyou very much for reading and best regards,

Cherie x

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Cat? I'm a Kitty Cat!
Written by Cherieblosm

Chapter One
I'm not Kitten Around

Rebecca Brookes had always been, for lack of a better word, sensible.

As a child, she was never the one to draw on walls, rip holes through her clothing or fall from her bicycle and scrape the tops of her knees. While lacking in many other things, the young woman had always been able to pride herself on her uncanny knack for avoiding unfavourable situations – such as having to participate in exhausting sports games, large parties or outdoor camping.

During her high schooling years, the majority of her classmates hadn't exactly realised her existence. Or if they had, generally referred to the pale, slender girl as 'head of the Chess Club', rather than making use of her given name. Nonetheless, Rebecca had striven to become a model student leader and, if anyone had actually been listening at the time, they would have realised that her Valedictorian speech given at the end of her final year had been nothing but flawless.

At the ripe age of 19, she found herself a proud student and ambassador at one of the top Universities in the state. Given her grades during school, she was easily offered a scholarship upon graduating and was finally able to concentrate on the things that she truly did love – all things art and history.

Instead of trying on the latest items of designer clothing, Beccy enjoyed testing out new flavours of herbal tea. Rather than flipping through fashion magazines in her spare time, she instead preferred exploring the pages of large theoretical books, journals and articles. Put simply, Beccy was the type of woman that wrote a list of things that needed to be done, and actually completed it.

Despite all she had going for her in the brains department, there was all but one thing that could always knock any source of intelligence straight from the girl's head within a matter of seconds – her unnaturally, compelling nature of compassion.

And so, on a late Friday afternoon with the comings of an angry thunderstorm brewing dangerously in the not too far off distance, our story begins.

Beccy sucked in a deep breath and stretched her arms well above her head. Hopping the last of the three wooden steps that lead directly onto the front of her spacious, timber porch, the young woman let out a long and relaxed sigh.

After seven whole hours of class, she was finally home.

Slipping her practical, yet somewhat rugged, backpack from the side of her slender shoulder, Beccy knelt against the ground and began the inevitably long and tiring search for her set of the house keys. Somehow, the silly things always managed to get lost somewhere between the stack of notebooks and writing utensils that she magically managed to cram into such a small space every morning.

Her eyes, the hue of deep honey, flickered over to the face of her vintage, double strap leather watch adorning her pale wrist.

Hmm, 6:00pm. The others shouldn't be too long in returning home now. It was a Friday, after all, and that was the girl's allocated time to spend unwinding and chatting after a long and terribly busy week.

Beccy was well aware of how many friends she didn't have during school (she wasn't entirely sure that the school librarian or the old, bookstore owner counted, exactly). Quite frankly, however, she wouldn't trade the two friends she had now for all the school mates in the world. For the two girls she had met the year after school, she was sure she would share an unbreakable bond with for the rest of her days.

Moving away from her small, childhood town so that she could attend one of the largest and most prestigious universities in all of the state had been the most adventurous and invigorating thing the teenager had ever been able to do. Sure, she was still a little timid, but moving in with her two best friends at the beginning of the year had really been the icing on the cake – there was no doubt in Beccy's mind that she had her two very different housemates to thank for helping her to finally come out of her shell.

Sure, it was only a rental property and she was still finding herself having to commute a good 30 minutes by bus every day to get to the center of the main city, but between the three of them, they could afford the payments quite easily.

On top of that, the country house was large and situated on a brilliant property – complete with its own long and winding dirt driveway (that took the small girl forever to walk down), lush meadowland stretching out as far as the eye could see to be met at the edges by an incredible amount of lush, vibrant forest.

To Beccy, nothing had or ever could be more perfect.

After minutes of searching, the girl finally clicked her tongue with victory and snatched up her elusive keys before they could disappear into the never endings of her bag once more. Adjusting the strap quickly, she swung the old thing over her shoulder and made a beeline for the front entrance.

It was a dreadfully windy, chilly autumn afternoon and her chocolate brown hair that was usually kept in a neat, straight bob flew around her shoulders haphazardly, her bangs whipping against her forehead.

Beccy pulled the edges of her dark blue, turtleneck sweater closer as a particularly biting gust of wind tore a litter of brightly coloured leaves through the porch area.

Tilting her head towards the sky, the girl's pearly teeth sunk their way into her full bottom lip.

While the horizon was painted a magnificent mixture of vibrant orange and purple with the oncoming of sunset, Beccy didn't miss the threatening clouds that fostered darkly to the right. No doubt, there was a large storm approaching and she could only hope the others made it home with enough time not to get caught.

Taking one last look over her shoulder, she had just pushed the key successfully through the lock when-

"Meow."

Beccy froze; and peered bewilderingly around her shoulder.

What was that just now?

Looking from the door, to the direction of the intruding noise and back again, she finally gave up on making it inside and yanked the key back from the lock to investigate.

Trotting once more down the steps, Beccy flittered from left to right, searching for the source of the unknown noise. As she rounded the corner leading towards the side of the house, the girl was met with a chorus of not so pleasant mewling…and a battered cardboard box.

Perplexed, Beccy glanced around once more, but along the stretch of the grassy area, there was not a single person in site. Surely somebody must have been here at some stage during the day; else the box wouldn't have found its way so far to the middle of their property.

Considering how far away their house was to the open road, the thought unnerved Beccy.

Crouching low, she made her way slowly to the offending box. The second her delicate fingertips so much as lifted a single flap on the top, the mewling ceased all at once.

Peering over the corner, the girl was in no way expecting to have ten pairs of eyes staring suspiciously back up at her in return.

"Eep!" She squealed, almost losing her balance altogether and rolling back on the balls of her feet, arms flailing comically.

"Kittens…" she mused, placing a hand over her heart. "How on earth did you all get here?"

Just then, a horrendous clap of thunder shook the ground, successfully causing the little kittens to lay flat, their ears folded against their heads as they gave a long, sharp hiss.

The rain started slowly at first, before very quickly turning into a horrendous pour as lightning ripped a tear in the sky up ahead.

"NEAWWWW" Beccy whined, jumping around from foot to foot in discomfort.

What to do, what to do.

After sparing one last look at the kittens, which were now piled in one distressed heap as they tried with all their might to claw their way out of the box, which was slowly beginning to fill with rainwater, Beccy threw her hands dejectedly into the air.

"Well I can't just leave them out here!" She concluded loudly.

It took the girl a considerable amount of effort, but after accidentally tipping the box to the side twice (earning her a fierce yowl from the strange kittens as they were knocked from one side to the other), she finally managed to cart the box back up the front steps of the porch.

Beccy was one hundred per cent drenched – the water running down her face like a waterfall, her dark jeans clinging to her slim legs like glue and her knee-high, black boots completely flooded from the inside out.

Using her knee to balance the box of kittens clumsily against the side of the house, she finally slammed the key into the lock and threw the door open forcefully, both herself and the kittens flying through the entrance in a mass of paws, startled meows and a disgruntled wail – on Beccy's behalf.

Jordyn Hamilton forced open one of her large, emerald eyes and glared.

"No." She stated, her voice laced with a finality that not many would dare testify. "We cannot keep ten fucking homeless kittens."

Her younger, shorter, much more impressionable housemate circled her anxiously, with what Jordyn believed to be a box of kittens (probably flea ridden and filthy) clad desperately in her arms.

"Jordyn, you shouldn't swear like that!" Beccy huffed exasperatedly. "I'm not kidding around, they were just sitting there. If I hadn't of brought them inside they would have drowned in the rain for sure!"

"Yeah, yeah. You're a regular hero, Beccy. Perhaps I should write a segment on your honourable acts for the paper someday." Jordyn sidestepped the hysterical brunette and threw her leather satchel messily to the side before slumping down on one of the floral, outdated armchairs in the extravagant living room.

The easily tempered 25 year old had yet to be home from work for 5 minutes - on a Friday night, might she add - and she was already having to deal with this shit. Oh, and she hadn't even got her hands on a drink…yet.

Beccy ignored her loudmouthed friend completely, folding her delicate frame into the armchair adjacent and placing the deteriorating box smack bam in the middle of the old, oak coffee table.

"Oh, what the fuck Beccy! Don't put that thing on there!" Jordyn complained, folding her tanned arms, she squared her athletically built shoulders and continued to glare – at both Beccy and the box.

Beccy waved her hand nonchalantly and lifted the lid regardless, causing a loud frenzy of mewls to erupt from the stupid thing.

Jordyn growled and covered her partially pierced ears dramatically, "Don't those things ever shut the hell up?" She seethed, unravelling her ivory scarf and tossing it in the direction of the distressing noise. She did not drag herself out of the bed at five o'clock this morning, only to still wind up late for her daily boxing class, to then be forced by her inconsiderate, ego-centric (not to mention ridiculously sweaty) editor in chief to interview a string of clueless idiots all day to finally come home only to have her eardrums blown out her skull by ten grimy kittens.

"Just have a look at them, at least!" Beccy pleaded, her warm-brown eyes growing large. "They're so cute and innocent and have nowhere else to go."

Jordyn ran a hand through her locks, a vibrant mixture of bright copper and deep caramel. The soft, curled tresses cascaded down the naturally bronzed woman's toned back and around her thin waist.

Pulling herself from the seat she had only just taken, she peered sceptically over the side of the box and immediately scrunched her nose, splattered with an array of freckles, before drawing back with a loud groan.

"It's bloody worse than I thought! What the hell is with those colours? And the eyes, ugh. It's like some psycho cat horror movie in there. Nope - don't even think about asking me again."

Just then, the soggy side of the box, dampened from its ordeal in the torrential rain, conveniently gave way and the multi-coloured cats spilled out rapidly.

Beccy let out a high-pitched yelp, pulling her feet up and climbing to stand on top of the couch, effectively allowing her to get a better view of the kittens now sprawled out in a heap on the ground.

Jordyn, on the other hand, screeched as an all silver cat launched itself angrily straight on top of her face, causing the two to roll heavily from the couch altogether and onto the timbered floor.

"What the fuck!" She screamed, attempting to fend off the violent feline. "What did I tell you, Beccy? This one's a demon!"

Beccy jumped from the chair clumsily, trying herself to gently yank the silver cat off her housemate.

"That's what you get…for being so…mean, Jordyn!" She said accusingly between pulls. "They probably heard your insults and now they're out for kitty revenge!" She protested, panting slightly in an attempt to put a halt to the frenzied kitten's actions.

Jordyn erupted in a string of curse words as she tried with all her might to kick the sadistic thing from her person.

Just then, the door clicked and swung open evenly.

The two flustered housemates, the offending kitten and the other remaining nine felines froze completely, all attention directed towards the sudden newcomer.

A foot, donning a musk-pink running shoe stepped smoothly through the archway, followed by a woman clad in bright purple running shorts and a baby-blue tank top that clung to her lean, yet athletic form like a glove.

Her hair, whilst slightly dampened, sat long, silky and straight. Parted straight down the middle, the strands shaped her pleasing face elegantly in a mixture of honey and cream-blonde.

As the third housemate stepped in through the living room and successfully out of the rain, she swung the door shut with ease, and turned to enter the house before deterring her movement altogether.

Taking in the scene in front of her, she gazed impassively at her two friends as they wrestled against a shockingly bright silver…kitten.

Casting her orbs to the left, she observed the array of strangely coloured cats that littered the floor of her living room.

She blinked her icy blue eyes once, twice, three times.

"Alright." She said levelly, before taking a large bite into her green apple and walking through into the kitchen.