Disclaimer: I do not own Cats it is the property of Andrew Lloyd Webber and T.S. Eliot


Mistoffelees stared at his paws, blankly. What had gone wrong? Not the incantation surely, he knew the spell by heart…maybe the paw gestures? He did screw those up more often than not, but again he knew the spell by heart. He had meant to produce seven kittens from a hat, his most famous trick not...not this. Lifting his gaze Mistoffelees looked between six confused members of his tribe.

A small smile spread across his face, "Ta da! We're human!" he laughed nervously.

"We're what?" Munkustrap asked with a growl.

Mistoffelees' smile grew into a timid grin, "I told you I'd make seven of something appear."

Victoria blinked, pushing a lock of long platinum blonde hair out of her crystal blue eyes, "Can you get us back?"

"Um…yeah about that…" Mistoffelees' little grin faltered.

"You can't," Munkustrap stated bluntly.


A/N: Okay so we know Misto, Munk, and Vicky are human, any suggestions on who the other four should be?