This is my first attempt at a fanfic. Reviews are welcome but be gentle. As I've said before this is my first time.

Basically the title says it all. A new and exciting cat enters the junk yard, taking up a whole lot of attention which doesn't sit well with the Rum Tum Tugger. And not to mention this new cat somehow manages to become friends with the unsociable Mr. Mistoffelees. How is this possible?

Eventually Tugger/Mistoffelees.

I do not own Cats. Wish I did, but I don't. Damn!

Warning: Guy on guy. Don't like, don't read.

Hope you enjoy!

~The New Cat in Town

Chapter 1

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"NO!"

"Why not?" Tugger stares impatiently as the black cat just continues on reading out of one of the human books that he made appear not long ago. Which he had to practically stand over in order to read because the book was practically half the magical cat's size.

Not even bothering to look up at the pouting Maine Coon, the black cat keeps on reading. 'What book is that anyway?'

"Because," Mistoffelees finally replies as he turns to the next page. "I refuse to be your 'wingman', as you so put it, only for you to have your way with a queen that you could just as easily get without my assistance." He said in a bland voice.

"Aww, come on misty."

"Don't call me that!" Mistoffelees turns from the book to glare at him, but the golden cat just continues on as if he didn't notice.

"The queens love a good magic trick. You'd have the pick of the litter. Literally." Tugger chuckles at his little pun but Mistoffelees just rolls his clear blue eyes and turns his attention back to the book.

"Seriously though, you need to get laid my friend." Tugger decides to sprawl himself over the book, blocking off the other cats view. The black magician practically growls at the other cat, but Tugger continues with his speech.

"Ever since the Jellicle Ball, I don't think I've ever seen you with another queen besides Victoria. Specking of which, is she single? Ow!" Mistoffelees prepares to kick him in the side again in order to get the Maine coon off the book, but Tugger dashes off said book before the leg connects.

"Geez," Says Tugger while rubbing his rib cage. "For such a little thing you pack one hell of a punch. Or kick, whatever you want to call it."

"That's not all you'll get if you don't leave me alone soon. And no, Victoria is taken . Her and Plato mated at the ball remember? Now get out of here, your becoming an eye sore."

"How rude!" Rum Tum Tugger feigns being hurt. "Here I am trying to be a pal and you still insist on being so mean to me."

'Oh Baste, why?' Mistoffelees places a paw over his face and attempts to calm himself down before he blows something up again, but is once again interrupted by Tugger .

"Anyway, back to the matter at hand. You gonna' help me out or what?"

"No." He replies flatly.

"Why Not?" Says Tugger, just as impatiently as before.

"I just told you!" Gritting his teeth, he try's to focus back on to his reading.

"Your such a sour puss!" Snaps Tugger.

"And you're an idiot. Now leave!" He points to the entrance of the of the cats den which happens to be a wooden crate with a blue tarp over it. It wasn't much compared to the other dens in the junkyard, but Mistoffelees liked it. It was big enough to hold all of his props and had extra room to spare. It'd be even better if he could make the cat he's staring at disappear.

But Tugger just crosses his paws over his chest defiantly as always, clearly stating that he plans to do just the opposite. Just like he always does.

"I said Leave!" Practically growling as sparks start flying off the now pissed off magician.

In response, Tugger lays himself down on one of the many cushions in the den. With his arms behind his head, Tugger crosses his legs and closes eyes.

"You do realize I could just levitate you out of here."

He still doesn't move. In fact, the golden coon just makes himself more comfortable.

"Fine," The black cat turns on his heel, and heads towards the exit with a whole bunch of sparks flying in his wake. "If you can't handle being a mature cat, guess that just leaves it up to me. Not that I expected you to take anything seriously in the first place!"

A few moments have past before the Maine coon realizes the black cat isn't going to return anytime soon. He growls, 'I can't believe that he actually left me here. Whatever. Like he said, with or without him, I can still get any cat I want. Even if I was trying to get that cat laid.' The Tugger lay's there for a few more moments and then decides to leave before he gets to comfortable and winds up taking a cat nap.

The coon springs off the cushion and casually walks over towards the exit. Just as the cat reaches the opening of the den, a thought occurs. Tugger turns back around and heads over towards the book. Kneels down next to it, closes the cover and reads the title. He knew how to read a little from his father but only so much. He knew enough though to understand the title of the book which he was surprised to find out that the black cat was reading William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Nights Dream.

Tugger knew that the other cat can read but damn that's some tough reading. With that out of his system though, Tugger gets back up off the floor, and finally leaves the other cat's den. For now.

That's what I got so far. Not much but there are gonna' be a whole lot of chapter's to come.

Hope You enjoy it so far though.

Please review!