I Love General Tso

A lone kitten wanders the road. The night is cold, his fur wet, and his family gone. There is no one to turn to…no home, no mother, no friends, no hope. Young kitten pushes forward against racing cars, raging hunger, and relentless fear. Is there a way? Where will I go? Have I a savior? Little did kitten know that his solemn path was not traveled alone. A heroine serendipitously appeared. Behold a benevolent angel to rescue him from his dismal fate. Poor kitten, what is your name? ......Too frightened to answer, yet too tired to run, he collapses in the warmth of her arms. ......I am but a discarded toy, an unwanted pet. Why would you stop? Why would you care? Poor kitten, give leave to your fears, and know you are safe. My name is Bryel. Please tell me yours. ......Weakly he looks up into her eyes. With the last of his might, he is able to mew… ......I am Tso. Tso what?