Brooklyn, 1996. A fire consumes a garage, and inside, five newborn kittens are trapped. Their mother, a stray cat still without a name, does not hesitate for a second.
She goes in once. She comes out with a kitten in her mouth, her eyelashes burned, her eyes nearly closed from the heat. She goes back in. And again. And again. Five trips to hell until she checks the tiny bodies one by one with her snout, counting them, making sure none were missing.
They named her Scarlett because of the wounds on her skin. She survived, as did her five kittens, and they all later found a home where they could be loved. Her story traveled the world, inspiring books and a relief fund for rescued animals. Sometimes the purest instinct needs no words to teach us what unconditional love is.
