Brief Author's note: Ah, yes this is for the slash contest. I was thinking of writing a slash fic and now I finally have the inspiration. I know, some of these ideas (for example, a certain tom getting stuck in a bureau drawer) are a little overused...and I am sorry about that. Continue!

As you, the reader, know, magic has its perks. But, unfortunately, it comes with responsibilities and also, those who feel like taking advantage of said powers. Why, here is an example; on a crisp cool morning in the Junkyard, the Rum Tum Tugger decided to act like a monkey and play in the bed-frame.

"Hey, Misto! Look at me, I'm one of those monkeys that live in the magic glowey box thing!" Tugger yelled as his on-and-off partner passed by.

"And you wonder why our humans hate you." He scoffed. Tugger and Mistoffelees lived in the same flat along with Munkustrap and Alonzo, who occasionally sleeps over.

"Well at least I don't—" He stopped talking when he noticed that part of his mane and tail were intertwined with the bed-frame. "Uh-oh. Um...Mistoffelees? Can you uh...untie me?"

Misto sighed. "Fine." He pointed and lightning shot out of his paw. The bed-frame then disintegrated and a pile of rubbish fell on Tugger's head. Mistoffelees left with a satisfied look on his face.

That afternoon, back at their human's flat, the Rum Tum Tugger pounced onto the dresser.

"Perfect," He said licking his whiskers. "The drawer is open. Just the way I like it."

The door opened with a creeeeek and Mistoffelees creeped in. "You know, every time you lie in a bureau drawer, you get stuck."

"No, I don't!" Tugger protested.

"Then, why are you struggling to get out? Eat too many fish this morning, Tugger?"

"Get me out?"

"Fine." Misto rolled his eyes and made lightning strike the dresser.

"How much time do we have to find another bureau drawer?" He asked the conjuring tom.

"Our human gets back at about six...so we have maybe two and a half hours. So this is what, the seventh drawer replacement this month?" Misto said as he and Rum Tum Tugger headed back to the Junkyard.

"Ok, there were only two drawers I could find," Mistoffelees said pushing the replacement parts toward Tugger. "Which one do you think would work?"

"Ooh! Ooh!"

"Yes, Tugs?"

"That one!" He pointed to the big brown drawer near Misto's foot. "It's big so I won't get stuck!"

"No, I think we should use the smaller one, so it'll look like the drawer was never touched."

"The brown one is better." Tugger said crossing his arms.

"The small one won't make our human suspicious."

"Brown one."

"Small one."

"Brown one."

"Small. One." Misto said gritting his teeth.

"Brown one!" Tugger sing-songed. "Come on, shorty, don't you want enough room so the both of us could fit?"

"Never. Call me. Shorty. Ever. Again."

"I thought you liked the nickname. I'm sure Jemima does." Tugger started to circle the tuxedo tom.

"J-Jemima? What makes you say that?" Misto started to grow nervous.

"She likes you. And you seem to have feelings for her." He smirked.

"I don't know, maybe." He nervously looked at his back paws.

"Aw, what about me? Don't I get to have any fun with you?" He said mockingly.

"Fun? All you do is take advantage of my magic. Jemima never does that." He stomped his foot as storm clouds started to roll in.

"To be honest with you, I don't think she deserves someone like you." He whispered.

"Then who does?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

Their faces were inches apart. "Me."

"Prove it, Tug—" But before he knew it, the tuxedo's lips were touching the Maine Coon's.

A/N: Yes, this was too terribly cliche, overused and terrible. But there will be more chapters and more couples (Victoria/Plato and Munkustrap/Mistoffelees). But this was the introductory chapter and it will get less humorous and more romantic.