I'm posting this next chapter very quickly as the first chapter doesn't make much sense without this. Anyway, please Read and Review!

My head ached. I just wanted to curl up tighter until the pain went away. Something long and furry wrapped closer around me and tickled my nose. I froze. Why did I have a long and furry tail? I shot up and skidded to a puddle. My biggest dream and worst nightmare had come true: I was a cat. I looked exactly like my sketch: smudged graphite fur with white erase marks, a delicate head, and a graceful tail tipped with white. My feline eyes were a midnight blue that I couldn't help but fall in love with. I stared at my reflection. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't be a cat. This had to be a dream. I unsheathed a claw and gently ran it along my pad. A small jerk of pain and a scarlet line welled up. I winced and licked it. I gingerly set my paw down in the asphalt. Ok, now what? I thought. I tried speaking and singing with my new mouth. "Diction is done with the tip of the tongue..." As I tried to wrap my new mouth around the words, I heard voices . I ran under a pile of who-knows-what and tried not to gag. I peeked out from my hiding spot and spotted a gray tom. Not as light gray as I was, but stormy gray with black stripes. His back was turned and he was sniffing the puddle where I had first discovered being a cat. Another tom was with him, white and black, facing me. He was talking to the gray tom, still bent over my puddle.

"Come on Munk, we've still got a lot to do! I'm surprised that you're the one keeping us."

Munk straightened and sighed. "You're right, but she's still here, probably scared out of her fur, if her scent is anything to go by." I shivered and felt something clammy slide next to my fur. I yowled and dashed out of my hiding spot. I checked behind me to see if it was chasing me and slammed straight into Munk's chest. The white and black tom stared at me.

"I have to hand it to you, Munk, you have a way of making cute queens pop up." He winked at me. "You're gonna have to teach me how you do that sometime." Munk glared at him, then turned his attention to me sprawled on the pavement.

"Are you alright?" He asked me kindly.

I managed to regain my footing and shyly mewed "I guess so. I just was startled when I heard you two. I'm not from around here, see, and I just found out I was a cat." the two cats stared at me.

Munk put his paw on my forehead. "Are you feeling okay, kitten?"

I moved away. "Of course, why wouldn't I be? Aside from the fact that a maniac just turned me into a cat." suddenly I realized what I had done. These cats wouldn't know anything about humans turning into cats; they were cats to begin with. "Actually, now that I think about it, I'm feeling slightly light headed." I got to my paws and pretended to swoon. Munk caught me.

I felt a small jolt of exhilaration, but soon shook it off. I didn't have time to be mooning over a cat. I had to find whoever had turned me into a cat and claw his ears off. Munk eased me onto the ground, where i promptly recovered. "Thanks for catching me. Just a quick question, does your full name happen to be Munkustrap?" I mentally slapped myself. Way to be subtle. What am I supposed to do now? Munk immediately got defensive.

"Who wants to know?" He said coldly as he lowered into a crouch. "The Hidden Paw? Another crime organization? Slave owners?" He swiped at me, claws extended.

I back pedaled quickly. "I don't know what any of those are! I'm just trying to get home! Please, don't hurt me!" I whimpered. Munk stalked me, a slow easy crawl for every one of my panicked steps. "Please... I'm not trying to pick a fight." Munk lunged toward me, teeth barred and claws out. I screamed and covered my head with my paws. I waited for the pain of needle sharp teeth and claws to slice into my soft body.

But none came.

I slowly opened my eyes and witnessed the white and black tabby holding Munk back away from me. If I was being attacked by Munkustrap, then the cat holding him from ripping me to shreds was Alonzo. Wait a second, did that mean that I was in London?! This was not good! I tiptoed up to Alonzo. "Why is Munk so angry with me?" I whispered. "I'll answer any questions he wants to ask,"

Alonzo whispered something back in Munk's ear, and the murderous look dissipated. Munk took a deep breath. "I apologize for my actions. I thought you were someone else, someone who I'd rather forget about."

I nodded. "It's fine. I know you didn't mean to."

"Now, you said you would answer any questions I asked?" Munk asked. I nodded again. "Then are you familiar with a certain Macavity?"

My ears flattened and my lips drew back in a snarl. "Who isn't?" I muttered.

"Care to elaborate?" I shuddered and shook my head no. it was partially true, I did know of Macavity, but my knowledge was limited to his song in the musical and countless hours reading fan fiction.

Munkustrap motioned to Alonzo with his tail to talk privately. He followed, winking at me again as he went by. I sat down and nervously waited for the toms to reach their verdict. Would I actually get to see the junkyard and meet the Jellicles who lived within? I strained my ears to catch what Munkustrap and Alonzo were saying.

"...come on Munk, she's not a threat..."

"...what happened last time..."

"I know, but..."

"...have to let Old Deuteronomy decide..."

"Please, can we..."

I knew enough that Munk was starting to break. I'd used Alonzo's trick of coming up with one argument after another a thousand times. Suddenly my head rang as if someone had taken a hammer to it. The pain started all over again, the same squeezing and pushing into a smaller form. The same whisper that had ripped my world apart laughed so hard that my vision doubled and split. It hissed in my head, you're a natural, darling. You should work for me full time. Those green eyes danced with a crazy light. I'll be expecting you soon.

I rubbed my face on the asphalt, trying to get that voice out of my head. I must have made some noise because Alonzo ran over to me and tried to talk to me. "What's going on? What's wrong?" I could only gasp with the pain and curl tighter.

Munkustrap glanced at my whimpering form and sighed. "Alright, 'Lonz, you win. She can come home with us. I have a feeling the twins and Jenny will flay us alive if we didn't bring her home." He crouched down close to my head, "we're gonna bring you to help. What's your name, young one?"

I managed to whimper a name off the top of my head, "Melody," before another wave of agony overtook my small frame. I distantly remember being carried on something furry and warm and voices buzzing above me before I slipped into blessed darkness.