Author's Note: I don't own anything.

Summary: Macavity lets us into his life, how he became who he was, and takes us on a journey through life.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I used to be an adorable kitten. The world was beautiful, the sunshine was bright. I loved to frolic, and I loved to play. And I was happy.

We belonged to a tribe of cats called the Jellicles. Old Deuteronomy was my father, the king of the tribe. Munkustrap was the second in command and he was my cousin. Although no one would admit to it, everyone loved him. Well, everyone except me. This one day when all of the kittens were playing I decided that I was going to pounce on him.

That didn't go over so well with my mother. She smacked me and I never did it again. I could never hurt the chosen one. I hated him, yet, another part of me longed to be like him. My mother loved him. I even heard her said to the other Queens that she felt he was the son she never had. When those words were uttered, it felt like another cat had dug their claws into my heart and ripped it out. What could I do to make my mother love me?

One night a wandering tom came into the tribe. He saw my mother and instantly fell in love. He had to have her. He waited until everyone was asleep. I wasn't going to have it. As soon as they started I woke up Old Deuteronomy. I told him I heard weird noises coming from somewhere. I led him and Munkustrap to my mother. "GRIZABELLA! HOW COULD YOU!" shouted Old Deuteronomy.

She turned to me and hissed at me. "You did this! How could you Macavity!"

"It's your fault!" I shouted as the entire tribe awoke to the yelling.

"You are no longer my son!"

I never felt so saddened in my entire life. I turned away from her so she couldn't see my tears. Munkustrap came over to me and held me close. He stroked my fur, trying to calm me. I was so upset I couldn't see straight. "Grizabella, I'm ashamed of you!" he snapped, "This is your child."

"Not anymore," she sneered.

"If you refuse to take care of your child, then you are banished from this tribe," Old Deuteronomy yelled, "That's one of the tribe rules."

"Then I'm no longer part of this tribe."

I was filled with rage and I couldn't hold it in. I pawed her across the face and I screamed, "I hate you!"

The day she left, I hid on top of a tire. I watched her pack and leave me behind. I didn't want her to leave me. She started to leave. "Mother! Wait!" I called.

I chased after her, but she was gone. "Mother!!!!" I screamed and sobbed.

I felt a paw around my shoulder and I saw it was my friend Demeter. "Are you all right?"

I was angry at the question. Was I alright? No! Here I was screaming for my mother and she didn't give a damn about me. "What do you think!?" I snapped.

"Look, I'm sorry-"

"Just shut up!" I screamed as I lunged at her.

Demeter screamed as my claws dug into her. She was struggling with me and I kept scratching her telling her to be quiet. She was bleeding so I had to stop. When I saw what I had done with her, she looked frightened. I couldn't stay. The tribe would banish me for sure. I didn't apologize. I ran away.

Nighttime fell and it was cold and dark. "No more nice cat," I shouted to the heavens.

I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I decided since I was no longer good, I would live a life of crime. No one could stop me and I would be the world's greatest thief. During one of my jobs I ran into a brother and sister, Rumpleteazer and Mungojerry. They were apparently thieves too. I hired them and pretty soon my empire of crime was booming. Word of my conquests had come back to my former tribe. I never forgave myself for hurting Demeter. I decided that at some point I would go back and apologize.

And someday, I would find my mother Grizabella, the glamour cat.