A/N: This is a companion fic/ sequel of sorts to 'Germouser and the Tramp'. You don't have to read it to understand this (I'd be happy if you did though =3). Like my other fic, this is a Nekotalia parody of a movie, Lucky and Zorba, to be specific. It's a really cute movie and I thought it'd suit these characters.

It was an ordinary town, not that different from any other. The shops bustled with activity as people busily went about their daily lives, and the suburban outskirts were quiet and peaceful. There may have been a rather wide ethnic diversity compared to other places, but otherwise it was fairly normal. In fact, the most abnormal aspect of this town…

"Get out of here, you mangy stray!"

Were the cats.

A blur of white dashed out of the butcher shop, narrowly avoiding a broom as it came crashing down on empty space. A link of sausages hung from a grinning mouth as its owner triumphantly rounded the corner into safety.

There was a sigh and a shake of a head as the white tom settled into the alley, breathing heavily.

"Are you quite done yet?" his grey and white companion inquired from his high resting perch upon a pile of boxes. Blitz's red eyes followed the sound up to glare at him.

"What's the matter, Mozart? Ready to run home to your girlfriend?"

Mozart turned his head away indignantly. "My relationship with Eva is of no concern to you. I just want to get out of this dingy alleyway."

"You're such a princess," Blitz complained, gathering up his stolen goods as Mozart made his way back to the ground, careful not to dirty himself by kicking up any dust.

"Hurry up!" he snapped at the two-toned tom who'd finally touched down, weaving his way over to Blitz. He crinkled his nose at the sausages, now wrapped about the albino's neck like a scarf, and led the way out of the alley.

"Why is this necessary? Heracles is perfectly capable of providing food for us."

Blitz snorted. "Where's the fun in waiting around for some human to feed you. Besides, it keeps me on my toes instead of sitting around getting lazy like a certain 'aristocat'."

Mozart glared.

"Now come on, Merlin wanted to see us about something and I don't feel like listening to his complaints if we're late."

Merlin was the self-proclaimed leader of the neighborhood cats, or the ones who were willing to put up with him at least. He was an orange and white Scottish Fold who was known for his bad temper and habit of talking to himself. Although difficult to deal with at times, his insights were usually quite helpful, so it was worth the hassle to go to his meetings.

As a housecat, Merlin had access to a stable meeting location; an old tree house originally built for his owner's kid brother, who now lived in another town with his adoptive parents. Not the most ideal of locations, but it was easy to get to and they were rarely disturbed, so it served their purposes well enough.

Clambering up the branches, Blitz and Mozart hopped in through the back window, right as Merlin was in the middle of one of his rants, which seemed to be about not angering the humans too much. He glanced up at their arrival, but made no move to comment on it, at the moment at least.

About ten cats were already there, spread out in different places in the singular room. The majority of them were the strays that took up residence at Heracles's house from time to time, but a few of them did have owners in town; like Ron, a somewhat glutinous Maine Coon cat with a fluffy black mane and odd, glasses-like markings under his eyes, and Merlin's little brother Oliver, who was playing with the older Scottish Fold's tail. Blitz noted that Archimedes, Heracles's actual cat, had even bothered to wake up long enough to make the trek across town (Of course he was now sleeping in the corner of the room).

The tomcats worked their way over to a tan and white female who'd been eying them ever since their arrival and sat down beside her.

"Where have you two been?" Eva whispered with a disapproving flick of her tail. "The meeting started ages ago!"

Mozart moved to answer, but Blitz cut him off. "We were out being awesome. Well, I was being awesome at least. Mozart's just a pansy as usual."

"I beg your pardon!"

Eva narrowed her eyes and noticed the, now half-eaten, chain of sausages still around the albino's neck.

"You were out stealing from the butcher again!" she snapped loudly. A few of the cats glanced back at the trio for a moment and Merlin cleared his throat, but they were all ignored.

"I didn't steal these, I won them in a battle of wits."

Eva stared blankly as Blitz began chuckling to himself in his weird, hissing laugh. Mozart moved over to sit by her side with a tired sigh and Eva offered an apologetic smile.

"Honestly Blitz, one day-"

"Whoa! Did you get all those sausages yourself?"

The three adults looked down as Oliver wedged himself into their little circle, admiring the 'trophy' Blitz wore about his neck.

"You bet kiddo. I'm so awesome, aren't I?" He patted the patch-eyed kitten on the head. "Maybe you'll grow up to be an awesome cat like me."

"Really?" He inquired with wide, blue eyes.

"Oliver dear, please don't swell his ego any more than it already is," Eva advised. "I don't think the rest of us could handle it." The albino pouted at her.

"You're just jealous of how I skillfully obtained these." He took a bite out of one of the sausages for emphasis.

She scoffed. "Hardly! If you want something to be proud of, how about you go out and hunt like a normal cat instead of stealing?"

"Because I'm not a normal cat. And there's no challenge for me in hunting."

Eva rolled her eyes. "Yes, since dead meat is a much greater challenge than live prey…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you couldn't even catch a fly."

"O-Of course I can! I just choose not to."

The female smirked knowingly. "Really now? Then prove it."

"What?"

"I said prove it. Go out there and hunt your own food."

"Maybe I will!" He snapped, wriggling out of his sausage-link scarf. "Here kid, hold onto this for me." He tossed the meat over to Oliver and turned to glare at Eva. She smiled at him in a way that said 'Well? I'm waiting.' Blitz stuck his tongue out at her and headed back out the window.

"Hey! Blitz! The meeting's not over yet!" Merlin called after him, but by then the albino was out of earshot.

The Scottish Fold mumbled a few comments under his breath before turning to the crowd. "Anyone else want to disturb my meeting? Ronald, put your paw down."

"Aww…" The Maine Coon whined.

"Eva? Just what are you playing at?" Mozart asked.

She laughed. "I've known Blitz since we were kittens. He can't catch anything to save his life. I was the one who had to provide the two of us with food. No, he's going to go out there, fail miserably, and then come wandering back with his tail between his legs. That should deflate that swollen head of his a little."

She snickered at her own cunning plan, and Mozart was once again reminded that his mate wasn't as sweet and innocent as she seemed.

Blitz had gotten halfway down the road when he stopped in his tracks entirely. Oh who was he kidding, he sucked at hunting, and he knew it. Eva knew too, or else she wouldn't have brought it up in the first place. With his pure white fur that only provided cover in the snow, and brash, impulsive nature, he was lucky to even get close to any prey.

He kicked at a pebble. Now what? Go back and admit defeat to Eva, or go hunting, fail, and then admit defeat to Eva?

He didn't like either of those options.

With a sigh, Blitz looked up and noticed a large, white tomcat walking atop a nearby picket fence. What was Ron doing here, wasn't he just at the meeting? He was just about to yell at the Maine Coon for following him, when, upon closer inspection, he realized that it wasn't Ron. They were definitely similar, but the stranger's fluffy mane and tail were much lighter, almost beige. He watched as the stranger, oblivious to the pair of eyes watching him, continued on his merry way, until Blitz remembered that he himself had business to attend to. With one last fleeting glance to the retreating tomcat, the albino ran off in the other direction, wondering just who he had seen.

A/N: Here's a fun game, guess where I got the names from! The only ones that no one would figure out are Blitz and Eva. Blitz (German for lightning) is just a word I really like because it sounds cool, so I figured it'd be a good name for PrussiaCat, and Eva I got from looking at a list of names for girls since I couldn't think of anything clever for her.

Also, AmeriCat/Ronald's name is a reference to two different things (one's kinda obvious, and the other's from a certain series)