Kitty Kibbles: well, I finally got to Macavity . . . took long enough. Anyway, the Macavity/Misto thing spins off Mac’s flaw/Misto’s Confession. This is before he confesses. Anyway, everyone will be introduced in my fic later on. Maybe not soon but we’ll see ;). Hope u enjoy and send me any comments or ideas.
“Where’s Malachi?” Victoria demanded.
“Well . . . um . . .” they stuttered.
“What do you mean ‘um’?” Mistofelees asked angrily. “That’s MY niece you are talking about. You better know where she is!” he hissed.
“Mistofelees!” Victoria reprimanded. “Look, we’ll separate into groups of two and look for her. The teams will be Pouncival and Jemima, Alonzo and Cassandra, Munkustrap and Demeter . . .” The white female soon had everyone divided into groups and had the search going. “You two,” Victoria stated, looking at Mungo and Rumple, “will take me and Misto to where you were before she got lost.”
They nodded and headed off into the darkness of the approaching night. When they reached the house of the person it was silent and foreboding.
“I don’t think this is such a good idea,” Rumple stated unsurely.
“It’s too late to go back now, “ Mistofelees replied shortly, still miffed at the pair. “You two lost her so YOU TWO will find her.”
“Sorry Misto,” Mungo stated, “but finding lost kittens isn’t in our job descriptions.” The two sped away before Mistofelees could get to them. The pair sorely regretted leaving the kitten and knew that there would be plenty trouble when they returned but what else was there to do in a situation like this?
Mistofelees temper had reached above 100 degrees Celsius and one could amost see steam fuming out of his ears. Victoria shook her head disappointedly and began toward the house. Mistofelees followed her lead and began assesing the house.
“Why wouldn’t she have used her powers to escape?” Victoria asked, leaping onto a window sill.
“Well,” the black replied, slightly preoccupied with the house, “if she was captured by the human, which she probably was, then she can’t use her powers in front of the human. It’s against all the ingrained knowledge of us cat’s with magical powers. It would almost be, well . . . I guess the best word would be . . . sacrilegious, to use our powers in the sight of humans. Cat’s with magical powers have rules they have to follow. It’s known, ingrained in them, when they’re ‘chosen’ to have powers. Don’t ask me how, that’s a mystery even to me. All I know is that they’re there and they have to be followed. One of the most important rules is that hmans must NOT know about our powers. They are to be held in ignorance at ALL costs.”
“Has any cat ever NOT followed the rules?”
“No.”
They continued their work in silence, each pondering their own thoughts. When the lights of a car came into view they scattered into the darkness and waited to see who it was. As Mistofelees had silently guessed to himself, it was the owner of the house that Malachi was in. The woman’s face was shadowed in darkness as she quietly let herself into the house, ignorant to the fact that two smaller figures followed her lead. The two cats scattered into different areas of the house and watched the woman. She was carrying a bag that had “Best Pets” sign on it.
Mistofelees wondered about this and finally came to the conclusion that she was intending to take Malachi in as a pet. He weighed the odds and ends of this and finally decided to talk to Malachi about agreeing with this situation. Then she would have a home and he wouldn’t have to worry. He smiled to himself and crept along the floor and under objects, trying to keep in the shadows. Victoria followed his example and the two waited for the woman to show them where she was keeping Malachi. They didn’t have to wait long because they heard the mournful cries of a kitten loud and clear when the woman opened the door to a certain room.
Malachi had been reowring for the past ten minutes and was becoming hoarse. She coughed here and there, slowly becoming tired from all the effort being put into being found. When the door opened, however, she found a extra reserve of energy and began crying again. She didn’t really care for this human who insisted on making her its pet. The woman slowly set down a bowl of food and water and then quietly left the room. Malachi cautiously approached the offering, her stomach reminding her that it WAS time for supper. She gingerly sniffed the wet, copious substance and cautiously lipped a bite. After deciding that it wasn’t too insufferable she began eating it with flourish. When she finished she drank some water and tried sleeping. She had just closed her eyes when she heard a familiar poof and saw Mistofelees appear from a cloud of smoke. She leapt over to him and yelled, “UNCLE!!!” She nuzzled him and purred contentedly while asking him how he was going to get her out of there.
“Listen Malachi,” he said, giving a lick to the kitten’s ear, “I think it might be a good idea to take this woman in as a pet. She would provide you with food and shelter and then you would have a home. Besides, you have to find a place to stay somewhere, you can’t keep living with Victoria.”
“WHAT??!! Why can’t I?”
“It would be imposing on her kindness.”
“But why here?”
“Because it would save you the trouble of having to find a family and the human wants you already, AND she caught you.”
“Well . . .”
“Malachi, please just try it out. If it doesn’t work then you can chose a different house.”
“FINE then. I’ll try.”
“Great! Now, as soon as you can get her to trust you the better. Well, I’ll see you then. Don’t worry I’ll explain the situation to everyone. Cherrio.” With that, he uttered a few incantations and disappeared in a puff of smoke.
“Wait unc-le,” Malachi started but finished quietly as the black cat disappeared. “I don’t see why he has to leave me here. He could have taken me with him Hmph. I’ll show them. Maybe I just won’t go back.” Malachi straightened her back and brought her tail up to be perpendicular with the floor. However much she tried to convince herself about this she knew that it would never happen. She would go back. She knew that when she finally got out that she would return to the junkyard, just as Mistofelees had said. Her shoulders slumped and she decided that maybe this wasn’t time to let her pride be the deciding factor of how she was going to get out. Maybe she should play along and find a safe way out. Maybe she would take the human in as a pet, who knew?
The next morning Phyillda walked silently into the laundry room, watching for any sign of the feline. She saw the kitten sleeping on the floor and smiled. “Maybe it will work out afterall.” She happily noticed that most of the food was gone and quickly refilled the bowl. Then she sat down, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep watching the kitten. Malachi stirred, smelling food in the vicinity. She cheerfully noted that there was more food and began eating away at the glorious mound of grub. Afterwards she took a quick bath and finally noticed the sleeping human against the wall. She noiselessly crept over to the human and sniffed at the strange smelling person.
“Hmm, smells like . . . Tommy Girl. Well, at least she’s got some taste,” Malachi thought with a mental shrug. The kitten sat back on her haunches and analyzed the situation and the human. Eventually, she decided that living with this person wouldn’t be that bad and that it would be the quickest solution to her problem of getting back to the junkyard. Malachi decided to make the first step towards establishing a pet and owner relationship and padded over to the leg of the woman and laid down to get the rest of her beauty sleep.
Phyillda felt something flump against her leg and was briefly woken up from her sleep. When she saw that it was the kitten she smiled to herself and continued sleeping.
The cats in the junkyard were still worried about Malachi and questioned Mistofelees extensively about his decision.
“We know that she has to find a home eventually but forcing her into that position . . . “ Alonzo stated, scowling at the magical cat.
“She’s got to learn Alonzo,” Mistofelees reasoned. “Besides, I can’t let Victoria keep watching her. She’s done so much already and I wouldn’t want to impose on her anymore.”
“But it’s no trouble Misto,” Victoria smiled, walking elegantly from the shadows.
“ACK!” Mistofelees screeched, leaping into the air. He blushed, his white face turning ten different shades of red. “Vic I wasn’t . . . I mean. . . I didn’t . . .”
“It’s okay,” she smiled, walking up to him and giving his ear a couple of licks. She turned to Alonzo and said, “She’ll be fine Aonzo. I know how much you like kittens in general and look out for them but this is Misto’s niece. He’ll know what’s best for her. Don’t worry.” She gave a reassuring smile and slinked away into the darkness.
Mistofelees grinned stupidly and shrugged at Alonzo. “You heard the lady.” His face regained the stupid grin and followed Victoria. Alonzo shook his head at the pair and went off to find Cassandra.
Malachi woke up in the lap of the strange human in the front room where she was captured. She remembered her decision and decided to wake up and act upon it. She yawned, stretched, and jumped off the lap and headed towards the water bowl. After taking a few sips she mewed for some more food, finding the taste of Purrfection very satisfactory. She gobbled what was in her bowl and then scratched at the door to be let out. Phyllida smiled to herself at the appetite of her kitten. “This cat eats more than a horse!” she thought.
“Wait a minute,” Phyillda stated, digging into the Best Pets bag and producing a collar. “Before you go out I’ve got to put this on you.”
Malachi liked the idea of wearing the collar even less than the appearence of the nefarious thing. She hissed at the approaching object and tried to jump away but was no match for the gloved hands of the human. Phyillda had an almighty struggle with Malachi to get the collar on. After it was finished she thanked God for the invention of gloves and dropped the kitten who scampered away into a dark corner. “Well, now that you’ve got a collar on I guess that you can go outside. But first I have to name you. How about . . . Sara? No, you don’t look like a Sara. What should I call you?” While Phyillda pondered her situation Malachi jumped onto the mantle of the fireplace where a statue of an angel sat and meowed quietly, swatting at the porcelain figure. Phyillda was brought out of her thinking state and looked at the cat. “THAT’S IT!!” she cried, snapping her fingers. “Angel! Your name is Angel.” The kitten meowed as if to approve the name and leaped off the mantle to the door. Phyillda laughed and let the cat out. Malachi didn’t mind being called Angel and thought that it was fitting; she would just have to remember that that was what her pet called her. She ran outside when the door was opened and waited for the door to be closed before heading to the junkyard.
Malachi appeared in the junkyard with a puff of smoke. She quietly stepped into the area and was assaulted from all angles by cats from every where. She recognized Jemima, Pouncival, Alonzo, Cassandra, Munkustrap, Demeter, Mistofelees, Victoria, and some others. There were some that she didn’t recognize. A racoon looking one, one with red hair, and a few others. She smiled and ran over to her uncle.
“Uncle” she said sternly, “don’t you ever do that again.”
He smiled down at her and replied, “Yes Ma’am!”
They had a mini celebration for Malachi’s return and then everyone went on their way. After a few minutes only Jemima, Victoria, Malachi and Mistofelees were left.
“So, tell me about your new pet Malachi,” Mistofelees said with amusement.
“Hmph. Wouldn’t you like to know,” the kitten smiled supremely.
“Well, if you won’t tell me then I’ll just have to find out for myself.”
“What’s THAT supposed to mean?!”
“If you don’t want to find out then tell me.”
“I don’t really know my uncle that well so I’m not exactly sure how far he’d go to find out. I suppose that I should just tell him . . .”she thought. “Well, she’s okay. She’s got pretty good taste as far as I can tell. Oh, she named me Angel.”
“She doesn’t know you very well does she?” Mistofelees joked.
“UNCLE!!!”
“I was just kidding! Jeeze, kids these days can’t take jokes can they?” he asked the two other laughing females.
“Don’t you know the relationship between my real name and Angel?”
“Yes Malachi. I know what the connection is,” Mistofelees laughed, swatting at the distracted kitten who was consequently knocked over.
The kitten jumped up and hissed at her laughing uncle. “Old cats, sheesh.” Malachi disappeared in a puff of smoke and appeared up on a car trunk. “See you later Unc, Jemima, and Victoria!” she called.
“Wait for me!” Jemima called. “Someone’s got to watch out for her,” the young one shrugged. She ran and leapt onto the chair and finally to Malachi and together the two disappeared.
The two older cats looked at each other, each thinking deep thoughts unto themselves. “I wonder if she’ll be okay,” Mistofelees thought to himself. He shook his head and sighed audibly.
“What’s wrong Misto?” Victoria asked, concern evident in her voice.
“Well, I’m just worried about those two. I still don’t know my niece that well and that really presents a problem. I don’t know how much of her mother’s adventuresome side she has. Fathom was a REALLY mischievous cat. She used her powers all the time and got into lots of trouble. I just don’t know . . . “
“Jemima is with Malachi and your niece seems pretty responsible. Just relax, everything will be fine.” Victoria nuzzled Mistofelees under the chin and purred loudly. The older cat stiffened at this gesture, not expecting her action. Victoria felt his muscles stiffen and she thought that he was rejecting her and so she stepped back, hurt. He was surprised when she stepped away, and disappointed. He slid closer and licked her ears, pleasantly surprising her. After a few moments of comfortable silence together, Victoria broke the moment by saying that she had to eave. She raised her head to meet Mistofelees’ eyes and suddenly looked own and said, “Um, well, I have to go.”
“Do you have to?” he asked gently.
“Yes.” She gave him a quick lick and ran off into the shadows.
Mistofelees watched her leave and sighed contentedly. Suddenly he tiffened as he sensed an evil presence surround him and heard the nmistakable, vile laugh of Macavity. “What do you want?” he asked harply.
“Well, I heard that your niece was in town and I came to visit,” ame the guttural voice of Macavity.
“Just leave me alone Macavity. I’m not in your group anymore and I ave no wish to be.”
“You would do well not to take that tone of voice with me istofelees,” Macavity snarled, grabbing Mistofelees by his throat. His face changed into a smile and he set Mistofelees down. “Just remember to say ‘hi’ for me.” With that, he vanished.
Mistofelees let out his breath and slunk away into the shadows of the junkyard and then ran home. When he finally reached his house he stopped, dug his claws into the ground, and shouted, “Oh no! Malachi!”
