“The old cat put his head down and limped away. As he went, a black despair spread through him and it seemed to him that the world had no place for him. He was doomed always to live hungry and alone, cast out along the highway like a useless piece of trash.”
Old Shredder. Murray-the-Claw. The scarred Siamese, Kahlia Koo. They are cats without a home, forced to eat Dumpster scraps and hide in a scruffy woods along Interstate 95. Not until three mysterious, drop-off kittens arrive among them do they begin to appreciate the beauty of their little forest. By then, it’s too late. The wood is doomed. Plans for a new highway exit are underway, and as Murray-the-Claw says: “Nothing in the world can stop a road from going through once it’s started. Not mountains or rivers, not prairies or deserts, not a jungle full of wild animals and certainly not a bunch of dopey kittens.”
The highway rules are about to get broken, though. These kittens may look dopey but something powerful is at work behind them.