Kitty Kibbles(Authors Notes): Well, not much but I hope you like. Just so ya know, the Admetus in my story isn’t the one from the video . . . or whoever he is. Admetus is a completely different cat, in my story. On another note, the plan is that now I’m going to include some other kitties like Lady Munk, Frisky, and Sooty. Here’s how things shape up: 1. I come to England, 2. Macavity kidnapps me, 3. Sooty appears and I come back, 4. I become a jellicle cat and Frisky appears, 5. Lady Munk appears. that’s what I’ve got so far. If you would like to be included just email me :)
Malachi woke up with a groan. “Ugh,” she whispered. She attempted to get up but fell back down in a wave of nausea. “I think I’m gonna barf!” she exclaimed weakly. She very carefully got up and looked around. Using her powers she created a ball of light that lit up the area. “Whoever lives here has got to get a better decorator.”
“A sense of humor I see.” The ginger cat walked into view of the kitten, an even more terrifying sight because of the blue, eerie light cast upon him by the sphere. “Well, I hope you are in good health.”
“No thanks to you,” Malachi spat.
“What was that?” he asked, taking a step towards her.
“I said ‘no thanks to you’!” she shouted.
“You know, I remember telling you to never talk to me like that!” He threw his paw out in an arc and a blast of wind knocked Malachi back into the wall.
“HURK!” She cried as her breath was knocked out.
“Well, this has been the hilight of my day,” the male sighed happily. “Now, I have some business to tend to. If you try to escape you’ll fail, but if you do then I’ll find you and kill you,” he smiled. “Don’t try using your powers, I’ve just put a Dampener on you and there is no way in or out. Considering your rude attitude I think you’ll skip dinner as well. Well then, cherrio.” As before, he disappeared in a blaze of fire.
Malachi hardly paid any attention to the blabbering cat. She just concentrated on getting her breath back. ~Definately time to go to the gym,~ she thought. ~WAIT! Did he say ‘skip dinner’?~ Malachi wondered, vaguely remembering that during his blabbering he said the words ‘skip dinner’. “Jeeze, me and my big mouth,” she sighed, shaking her head.
The lunch Mistofelees and Victoria had was very satisfying, consisting of rabbit, fish, and an assortment of other odd things. As they walked back to the junkyard together Mistofelees suddenly got a feeling that something was wrong, that something had gone terribly wrong but he didn’t know what . . . he just couldn’t place his paw on what it was. A look of vexation crossed his face that didn’t go unnoticed by Victoria.
“Mistofelees, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“I can’t say. I just got this feeling that I can’t understand. Something’s wrong though, I know it,” the black cat replied, his brow furrowing in concentration. ~Wait! Malachi! Macavity! OH MY GOD!~ He burst into a full run in the direction of Malachi’s new home with Victoria beside him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked between breaths.
“I’ll tell you in a minute. It might just be nothing.”
They continued running full speed until they reached the house. Mistofelees transported himself inside and scurried under the couch. Next, he zipped under a table and finally under the table kitchen, where he listened to Phyillda’s phone conversation, hoping that it would help him.
“Yeah, today’s practice was really exhausting, and the filming! We were doing Aeva and Rosemarie’s number over and over! I thought I’d never get home in time for supper. Well, next time I’m going on strike! Hahahaha! My pet? Oh! Angel, yeah, she’s wonderful, but she eats like a horse! She’s not here right now though. I don’t know, I let her out this morning and she hasn’t been home since. Well, she could have come during practice but I doubt it. She’s a very outdoorsy kitten. Well, she has a collar and license now so that should help. But . . . if you see her bring her home to me okay? Well, I’ve got to go. Ta ta.” Phyillda hung up the phone and then gave a look to the empty basket and sighed.
Mistofelees disappeared from the kitchen and reappeared outside by Victoria. “She’s not here,” he said. “Let’s go to the junkyard and I’ll explain there.”
When they arrived at the junkyard Mistofelees sensed the evil aura of Macavity and secretly vanished into the shadows. “Well!” Macavity roared as he appeared on the tire. “Isn’t this a pretty sight,” he sneered, looking down on the group of cats and glancing at Munkustrap and a few of the other kittens. “How’s your newest addition? Malachi’s her name isn’t it? Beautiful kitten . . . but big mouth.” He smiled at the group below him and chuckled. “Haha . . . but not for long. Tell Misto that he need not worry about a home for her. I assure you she’s quite comfortable with me.” Then he disappeared.
A few moments later the area burst into action. Everyone was asking questions to Munkustrap, some were demanding to go get Old Deuteronomy, and others were saying that they should go after Macavity. Finally, Etcetera shouted, “Let’s go get Mistofelees!” After a chorus of agreeing shouts they left, Etcetera leading the posse.
Mistofelees heard the whole thing and decided to take his leave whispering, “Mistofelees has left the building.” He sensed them coming and tried to creep away but bumped into something. He looked up, straight into the piercing, angry eyes of Victoria. “Uh-oh . . .”
“Start talking now,” she demanded.
“Uh . . . I can explain,” he replied hurriedly. “Let’s go some place more . . . private.” After Victoria nodded he teleported them to the place where they had eaten lunch. She sat down, looking expectantly at him.
~I’ll have to leave out the Macavity part,~ he thought rapidly. “Well, the other day when Malachi was playing with some other kittens she got a strange feeling; she sensed an evil around the junkyard. Macavity is the only one who inspires that feeling in any one cat. I told her to stay away from him but apparently she didn’t stay far enough away. Anyway, today after lunch I got a sudden feeling of dread, remember? So, I thought about it and made the connection.”
“The connection that Macavity had Malachi,” Victoria finished.
“Yes.”
“Well then,” Victoria sighed, getting up, “we’d better rescue her then.” At Mistofelees’ look of confusion she said, “We can’t let Macavity have her. Besides, you think you’re the only one whose going to miss her? I can name quite a few cats, and one kitten in particular.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Misto, has anyone ever told you that you are really slow?”
“What? Oooohhh. So who is it?”
“A kitten. A tom.”
“WHAT! Who?!”
She laughed and replied, “All in good time.”
He smiled at her and together they walked back to the junkyard.
Malachi picked herself up off the floor and heaved a sigh. ~Well, you’ve really done it this time Malachi.~ She tried using her powers but they were gone. “What’s going on here?! What happened to my powers? Man, this sucks!” She flopped down on the floor and thought back to what her cat-napper had said. “Wait . . . he said that he put a Dampener on me. That must mean that he restricted my powers! ARGH! Stupid tom!” She paced around the room mumbling angry insults at the ginger cat.
“Well, I’m finding things out about you every day,” a deep voice said.
Malachi stopped pacing and put every sense and reflex she had on alert.
“You’re very spunky. I like spunk,” came the voice again.
“I can tell you where you can put YOUR spunk!” she snarled.
“Maybe a little too much spunk, but I’ll fix that.” He appeared in front of her and only her enhanced reflexes saved her from the fireball that exploded where she had formerly been standing. “You’re lucky Little Malachi. I’m in a good mood. If I weren’t then you’d be out with next weeks trash.”
“If you’re in a good mood then I’m the Toothfairy,” she shot.
“Watch it,” he warned.
“Who are you anyway?” Malachi asked.
“Macavity, at your service,” he jeered, bowing.
“Well Macavity, don’t forget to take the fleas out with you,” she dismissed.
“Insolent child!” He growled, throwing another blast of air at her. Malachi quickly jumped out of the way, but was hit with a mini fireball that flew her way. The ball exploded in a small puff of fire that singed Malachi’s hair and made her look like a gray shorthair. After coughing out a couple of balls of smoke she sat up only to fall back down unconscious.
~Remember, she’s a vital part of the plan,~ Macavity reminded himself, calming down after the outburst. He looked scornfully at the kitten and departed. Malachi opened her eyes and struggled to get up. After the room decided to stop spinning she took a faltering step forward and tumbled back down into the dark hole of unconsciousness.
After Mistofelees repeated his explanation to the whole Jellicle populace he called for a meeting. However, putting order in a Jellcile society was not an easy thing after something that dealt with Macavity.
“Hey! Sit back down!” he growled. “I thought I told you to stay put! Don’t look at me like that and stop making faces behind my back,” he hissed to different cats. He shocked a few cats there, fried a few cats here, and after he, for the most part, calmed everyone down he banged an empty can against the magic tire until everyone calmed down and yelled, “HEY! I call this meeting to order. The most important item of business: How to get Malachi back. Now, there will be violence, there will be danger, and maybe even killing.”
“I-I got a dental appointment!” screeched Quaxo.
“Danger!Violence!OOoo!” said Jellylorum with a dramatic faint.
“Sorry boy’s,” stated Jennyanydots. “My specialties are mice and cockroaches. Not other cats.”
Munkustrap suggested, “How about a secret attack on Macavity’s lair?”
After much mumbling someone replied, “He’s got gaurds and magic powers. He’d detect us.”
“What about an air raid?” asked Jemima. Every cat gave her quizzical looks to which she responded, “We could have some cats take out the rat gaurds and have a second wave jumped onto Macavity when he comes out!”
Pouncival looked at the female next to him and said, “You have been watching WAY too many movies.” She stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to the group.
“Well, what if we had a Celebrity Death Match?” suggested Bombalurina.
Demeter shook her head and replied, “You, my friend, have been watching WAY too much MTV.”
Mistofelees shook his head at the suggestions and mumbled, “I can feel the oncoming migrane.” Victoria walked up beside him and gave him a smile.
“Don’t give up. We’ll get her back,” she said cheerfully.
“I hope so.”
Admetus looked wishfully at the empty spot beside him and got sympathetic looks from Jemima and Pouncival.
“Don’t worry Admetus,” Jemima smiled. “We’ll get her back.”
“Wha-wha-what do you mean? I don’t like her!”
“Sure,” Pouncival grinned. “Sure.”
“ARGH!” Admetus yelled and turned his head away from the two laughing kittens.
