Mystical and Witch-like

Summary: Mistoffelees didn't plan on getting a human home, or becoming the girl's new best friend, OR her finding out about the Jellicles. There is one price to Marine having such knowledge, Misto has to accompany her almost everywhere.

I have now decided on doing two stories at one time, try and see how this works. This way, if I get writer's block for one, I can continue on the other. When I finish one, I will be continuing the ones already on my profile until I have finished them all. Sorry about those waiting for the stories already uploaded, you may have to wait a while, unless I get some great, need-to-be-written-and-posted-now inspiration for them. I have not given up on them; they are just temporarily on Hiatus. Just for clarification, the other one I'm continuing, along with this, is An Eevee's Wish.

On a different matter, I may be taking the divine realms off fanfiction. It just seems to be going nowhere. If you want it kept up, tell me. Otherwise I'll be taking it down. And if anyone wants to adopt the story, ask me and I'll consider it.

Inspiration for this story came from one that has not been updated for years, has one chapter and is frickin' amazing! Also, I have a lot of funny instances happen at school and around the home, so I felt like I needed someone outside my group of friends to know. Almost every incident in this story is true; also my character is based off me in my group of asylum-crazy friends. Time to start my first Cats story.

Disclaimer: I don't own cats. Wish I did though. It is heart-stopping amazing.

"This cat was hit by a train?"

I scratched the small tuxedo tom behind the ears as I was asked the question, yet again, by the vet. I rolled my eyes, the cat, on the other hand, seemed completely indifferent, staring up at us blankly from his spot on the examination table. He soon turned his attention to the wound on one of his front legs, washing it.

"I thought he was." I replied to the vet, trying my best to be patient and not tell the, have to be deaf and over a hundred years old, man to unblock his way-over-the-use-by-date ears. I gritted my teeth in a vain attempt to calm down. "I was at the station, having just gotten off the train, and I saw the little guy running across the tracks. I don't know if he made it. I mean, I saw him go flying! So I ran over to check if he was hurt or dead, but apart from the scrape on his leg, he looks fine."

The vet picked up the injured paw, gently massaging it with his fingers.

"No broken bones, he seems to be fine. I'll prescribe some painkillers, just in case. I'll get the dressings for his wound and show you how to treat it. The little guy should be running across train tracks again in no time."

I suddenly got what the vet was implying, and started protesting.

"That sounds expensive. Yes, he's a cute cat, but he's just a stray I happened to meet. I can't afford a pet, and I go to school. I don't have the time for a pet."

"So you're abandoning him?"

"...I didn't say that."

"So what are you going to name him? Lucky? Lucky's a cute name."

I kept trying to explain to the increasingly persistent and stubborn vet that I couldn't afford a pet. He was strangely calm through my frenzied attempt to explain that I couldn't afford a pet, leading me to believe he was both blind and deaf or had experienced this before. Thankfully, the secretary chose that time to poke her head through the door and announce a phone call.

"I'll bring the dressings when I come back. Think up a name whilst I'm gone." With that, he closed the door, leaving me alone with my new pet.

"Oh, God." I raised my fists and started beating the nearest wall. Food costs money, medicine costs money, litter and litter boxes cost money, no way would my mother help pay for any of it, speaking which. "What's mum going to say when I come home with a cat? For God's sake!" With that, I stopped abusing the wall with my fists and opted to use my head instead.

"Lucky me. Lucky, lucky-"

You call me Lucky, and I may have to spit up a hairball into those shoes of yours.

"Don't worry; I wasn't going to name you Lucky. If there's one thing I've learnt in the seemingly, never-ending hell-hole that some people call my life, It's that you never name a cat Lucky. It comes back to haunt you." I had replied before I had even considered where the voice had come from. When it finally came to my mind, I stopped my self-harm mid-bang. Without turning around, I stood up straight and kept talking, hoping to identify the voice.

"What would you like to be called?"

My name. The voice now sounded very condescending.

"What is your," Here I winced. "Name."

Mr. Mistoffelees.

The moment I heard the first syllable, I quickly turned around to face the mysterious voice. I swear, for a fraction of a second, I saw a boy sitting on the examination table instead of a cat. I jolted backwards, bumping against the wall. I slid down the wall, covering my eyes with my hands. When I finally gathered the courage to peak out, only a tuxedo cat sat on the table, staring down curiously at me.

The vet gave me some curious looks when I told him the name, supposedly I, had chosen for the cat. After dismissing the slight crazy incident as brain trauma from brain cells dying, I decided to purchase the cat's medicine, though that may have been trauma as well.

"How far away do you live?" The vet asked me whilst he was wrapping a pure white bandage around the cat's leg. Three of his paws were white, the one which's leg was being wrapped in bandages was black.

"Just up the road and around a few corners. Not that far away." This was the first time I was happy for such a town. Everything was close to one another and, with no car, walking was my only way of getting the cat home, and getting the supplies needed for caring for a pet cat. I was being vague on the details of my home; it was how my mother taught me. She never lied to me about the world's problems, so I was more in tune with what was happening than other children my age. I knew I had to be careful, even in a friendly town like this. The vet seemed to understand, as he didn't press for details. He finished his work and turned to me.

"Do you want a cat carrier?" I shook my head. I walked over to the small cat and scratched behind his ears. He started purring and leaned into my hand.

"No, he's a good cat. I don't think I need it." The vet smiled, seeing we were already bonding, as I had temporarily forgotten about the price of everything. I picked him up and carried him out to the waiting room, the vet following. I nearly groaned when he gave me the price, but I held it in and took out my credit card. Picking the cat up once more from the desk, I started walking towards the door when the vet called out again.

"He should be fine in a week, then you can have him neutered." I could swear I felt the cat stiffen in my arms; it was hard to tell as I stiffened myself. The cat looked up at me, like he was pleading for me not to agree with the vet. I turned around to face the vet.

"I will not have him neutered." I said bluntly, with a tone that said I was not to be disagreed with. "I have never agreed with such a practice and I never will." This time, I know the cat relaxed. The vet, shocked at my change in attitude, just nodded his head. And, with that, I walked out the door.

"And this-" I dropped the bags in one hand and re-adjusted the cat in the empty space of my arm, whilst sweeping the other, complete with its own bags, around the kitchen/dining/living room of the house, the first room you enter when you walk in the front door. "Is home, I guess."

I set the cat on the ground and started pulling items out of the plastic shopping bags. I finally let out my groan of horror. My card had to be shot and I had no idea what my mum would say when she saw the sudden decrease in savings in my account. I was only glad my mum had once, not too long ago, mentioned I should get a pet.

"Three weeks allowance, cat. Three weeks allowance." I took the pill bottle out of my pocket and rattled the contents in the cat's direction. "So you better eat all your food and take all your medicine, starving cats in Africa would be happy for this kittykibble stuff...God, I sound like my mum..."I mumbled the last bit. I stuffed the bottle back in my pocket and turned to the fridge.

"What'll you take these pills with? Milk? Do we have any?" I opened the fridge to find a carton of milk. I set it on the island bar, along with the pill bottle, a started searching the cupboards for a bowl.

Why do you want to ruin perfectly good milk with those things?

It was the voice again. I turned around slowly to find the boy in the place of the cat once more. I couldn't stop my jaw from dropping in shock. The boy, about fourteen, one year older than me, didn't move. He looked like a cat, no he was a cat. He looked near exactly the same as he did when he was a normal cat. He was wearing a tuxedo, had white, knee-high boots, and had one white arm warmer and one black arm warmer that had a white bandage wrapped around it. He had a white face, black hair and whiskers. He also had black cat's ears and a black cat's tail with a white tip on it. The most outstanding feature was that he had blue eyes. Sure, he had blue eyes when he was a cat, but now that he was a hybrid, his eyes were the most un-earthly blue possible and he still had his slit pupils.

"Mistoffelees..." I couldn't think of anything else to say, just stared at the boy in shock.

"How...You saw..." The shock now seemed to hit him. "No human should see more than a cat, even if I did transform back." He stared at me, my gaze matching his. I finally couldn't take the silence anymore.

"What are you?" I asked hesitantly.

"What?" The look of shock was replaced by a grin. He slowly closed his eyes and opened them. "Have you never seen a Jellicle cat?"

I couldn't say I had.

And that is the first chapter. I hope you like it. The second will be posted up soon. See ya,

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