READ THIS: this story was NOT written by me alone! It is a duo fic written by myself and Gracie-Lullabelle-Mae. Therefore half credit goes to her (actually more than half because I suck at this….don't hit me Gracie ).

Just to clear things up: Macavity's kits are (in order of age) Mistoffelees, Alonzo, Mungojerrie, Rumpelteazer(MJ and RT are twins) and Plato. Ok I know it seems like we change POV's very often they do get longer.

Chapter One: Lightening, Butter and Family Oh My

Mistoffelees POV

Only my father could torture you and never mean it in the first place. Macavity was just one of 'those cats' and I couldn't stand it. I look around at the other cats around me…yep we we're defiantly one strange bunch. My magic has gone spastic…all these spontaneous lightning bolts. I didn't mean to hit Plato…Alonzo POV

I smile widely at everyone around me. This is what our family needs; a little more time together! After all a bonded family is a happy family…right?

Mungojerrie POV

Thah only reason I showed up fo' this thin' is fo' Misto's sake! 'E may not be mah fave'rit brothah, but considerin' I AM thah biggest…I 'ave tah pop dad a good 'un if 'e tries tah 'urt Misto…

Rumpelteazer POV

I can't believe Jerrie made me come tah this thin'! Ah well…free food.

Plato POV

What a pretty light…..Mabey this ISN'T such a good idea…Oh no, I owe Miss Jenny a kitten snap!

Macavity POV

It's so odd seeing all my family together. Around the table at my den we all sat on the cool dirt, prepared for a grand dinner. I sat at the end of the large, circular table with Mistoffelees on my right and he seems about ready to shoot me with magic if necessary; Rumpelteazer sits next to him bored out of her mind; Jerrie is on her other side…counting the ceiling tiles it looks like; Alonzo is next to him and I wish he'd get that grin off his face; finally Plato is in-between myself and Alonzo.

Perhaps asking…er forcing…them all to dinner wasn't the best idea but hey…when a Dad decides he needs his kits he needs his kits. Funny the things a mid-life crisis can bring you to.

Misto POV

I guess it's the nervousness of being around Dad again after so long, that makes my magic go all funny. I am surprised that I have even been able to control it this long-

"MISTO! What're yah tryin tah do? Kill me!?" Teazer shouted, ducking away from the spontaneous lightning bolt that had just shot from my hands.

"Sorry…" I mumbled, ducking my head, my ears drooping slightly. I tucked my paws into my lap in hopes of preventing further spasms of lightening.

Dad looks at me worriedly then says, "Ahem…would someone like to say the blessing over this lovely meal?" Everyone fell silent quickly, looking at their laps and twiddling their paws. I was no exception. "Well, don't all jump up at once…" he said sarcastically. He was just about to begin himself, when my paw shot up in the air.

I was intending on offering to say grace, but instead, I managed to throw another spontaneous bolt of lightning. It was open air, so it managed to disintegrate before hitting anyone. I reddened. "I'll say the prayer…" I muttered quietly.

Dad grinned. "Great! Whenever you're ready…" He said, bowing his head and closing his eyes. He nodded for the others to join him, and I began slowly.

"Um…Dear Everlasting Cat…Thank you….um for this wonderful meal you have placed before us…" I glanced up through my eyelashes to see who was actually paying attention. "And thank you for this…um…time we are getting to spend together…as a family…" Surprisingly everyone seems to be reverent. "Amen…" I closed looking up expectantly. Everyone smiled lightly at me, then in the matter of a second, everyone began passing plates.

Alonzo POV

"'Ay Lonzie! Pass us thah buttah!" Mungojerrie said to me hastily. I looked expectantly at the table in front of me, trying to figure out where the butter was. "'Urry up! Gosh yah're slowah than Grizzie goin tah thah 'Eaviside layah!" I then realized that the butter was on the other side of Plato.

"Plato, can you please hand me that butter?" I asked politely. Plato was hunched over in his seat, messing with something underneath the table.

"Plato…" I tried again. He didn't move, only kept doing whatever he was doing. "PLATO!!!"

He jerked his head up quickly, as if trying to hide a naughty deed. "Huh? What? Yeah? I don't know…"

I sighed rolling my eyes. "Can you pass the butter?" He then got a thoughtful look on his face, then after a moment, shook his head. "Why NOT?" I said wearily.

"Its against my religion to be within 6 inches of any dairy product." He said matter-of-factly. I rolled my eyes again.

"The butter is less than an inch away from you." Mistoffelees stated, not removing his paws from their place in his lap.

Plato shook his head vigorously and quickly pushed the dish of butter 6 more inches away from him. I sighed again. He was going to be difficult. As always.

I heard Jerrie breath out exuberantly. "If I don' get some buttah soon, im gonna 'ave a fit!"

I coughed. "Um…Misto could YOU pass the butter to Teaze to pass to Jerrie?" He looked down and shook his head sadly.

"What if…the lightening…" He stuttered, a hint of fear in his voice.

"JUST DO IT!" I was growing fairly irritated myself. He jumped at the change of octaves in my voice and quickly extended his paw to get the butter.

Macavity POV

The shatter of my antique butter dish rang throughout my den. I breathed deeply to keep my anger under control. After all, it wasn't ever day that I had my lovely children over. Even if the stupid kits tend to break everything I own!

"SORRY! SORRY! See Alonzo! You…I told you I couldn't do it!" Misto apologized quickly. I chuckled lightly.

"It's okay kit…Calm down!" It wasn't ok. Why'd I say it was! Mom gave me that dish! I cleaned up the butter and glass quickly as the others continued to eat in silence.

"So…Mistoffelees?" I started, after I was eating again. Trying to make small talk.

"Huh?" he asked, probably in fear that I'd come undone at any moment. He looked up expectantly. "You have a mate yet?"

The awkward silence was broken by Mungojerrie's laughter. "AHAHAHHAHAHA MISTO? A mate? Yah've gotta be jokin'!" He continued to laugh loudly, banging his head on the table in amusement.

Teazer nudged him. "Thass mean Jerrie. Shu' up!"

Misto's usually white face now was bright pink with embarrassment. "I…no. I don't have a mate. Nor do I want one…" He said, looking away blushing.

I laughed. Then Jerrie smirked. "Wha' about Jemi?" He said grinning. Misto's blush deepened,

"I…" He looked up, giving Jerrie an evil look.

"Magic boy an' Wide eyes sittin in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-"

Misto POV

I couldn't control the magic that raced energetically out of the tips of my paws. I gasped as I heard Jerrie scream in pain and collapse out of his chair. I stared at the steam rolling off my hands as the magic died down.

"JERRIE! MISTO YOU MORON!" Teazer was at Jerrie side that instant.

The anger I had felt, accidentally had came unleashed. "Oh no…" I mumbled. "Sorry…I didn't mean t-"

"SHU' UP!!" Teazer shouted as she shook Jerrie. "Jerrie…Jerrie wake up!"

I waited anxious, PRAYING to all of Heaviside that he would wake up ok. It was just a mistake…

"Wheah am I?" Jerrie said, in a distant tone. He sat up rubbing his head then his eyes fell on me. My ears drooped in fear. "YOU…" he said, stadning up.

He walked quickly around Teazer's chair to get to me. Then he surprised me by swiftly removing a long gray hair from my back. "Gotcha! Little boogah thought 'ee woul' get 'way from me!" He said convincingly, sitting down and beginning to eat again.

I just stared at him.

Teazer's POV

Somthin' was seriously wron' wit Jerrie. 'Ee nevah acted like this…Misto woz soo gonna pay.

"Teaze, thos ah pretty peahls, where'd yah get 'em?" He asked examinin' the pehals "EE 'ad gotten foh me 'imself.

I nodded. "Jerrie…yah stole 'em foh me….like foheveah ago…" He abruptly cut me off.

"STOLE? Wha' 're yah talkin' bout? I don' steal! Stealin is foh BAD cats! I woul' NEVAH steal!" He rambled on and on bout thah stealin…

'E 'ad me worried…This woz NOT normal…

Macavity POV

I sigh, massaging my temples…this is what you wanted. You're the one who invited the stupid kits in the first place. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Well with two kits having been hit by magic and more lightning bolts prepared…I could only guess what was next…and we had only gone through the first course.