Disclaimer: Don't own CATS charectors

I can't believe how many cats are in my mothers dance this year. Yes, my mother is JennyAnyDots. Why is everyone so surprised? Because we are so different? Ya, probably. I take after my dad, MungoJerrie. Everyone is REALLY surprised at THAT one. Yes, MungoJerrie and JennyAnyDots are mates. Jenny and Skimble are SIBLINGS. Seriously people.

Anyyyyyywho...this is my moms last year before heading to the Heaviside Layer. My tomfriend, Quaxo, told me. I'm sad, but it's for the best. Anyway, I * hinted * that she might want a nice number this year, so she asked practically THE WHOLE TRIBE to be in it. Usually, its just me, my dad, my sister Cettie (Etcetera) and my brother, Pounce. What I loved about that is that everyone knew I was in it! I am known for my calico fur, almost exactly just like my dad's, but they knew it was me because I'm shorter.

Because of everyone being in here, and Old D allowed HUMANS (of all creatures – at least it wasn't pollicles...) I wanted to stand out. And I had the PERFECT idea...all I need is my special tomfriend...

Three Days Later, The Morning of the Jellicle Ball...

"QUAXO!" I screamed as I burst into his pipe. He was in the back, reading his GIANT, and I mean GIANT book of spells.

"Yes Teazer?" Quaxo asked with a kiss on my nose.

"Do you have a spell that can make things change color?" I asked, my excitement growing inside of me.

"Ya, it's really easy to do. What do you need me to have change color?"

"My tap-shoes. Will it be ready by tonight?"

"Of course. Anything for my Teazer."

"Thanks Quaxo! Love you."

'Love you too, Teazer."

That Night...

The Ball went great! I don't think we've had a greater ball in a long, long time. I loved the whole Ball. Other than Macavity, of course. Can't believe my dad left me there...long story (I have a story that I'm working on that will explain THAT whole story...keep tuned!) They are going to be showing us the fo-o-ta-ge in a week. Wait, we're gonna SEE it?! You mean, my MOTHER is gonna see it?! Oh no. I'm a dead cat.

The Showing of the Film...

So far so good. The Show stopped and cats started to filter out. I busted my tail out the door and in the general direction of my den. But I had to stop when my heard my name yelled across the clearing by a VERY angry Gumbie/Mother Cat. She stormed over to me and grabbed my ear. Then she started to pull me towards HER den. Not good. And, even WORSE, my tom-friend was watching. BAD, BAD, BAD!