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Once again, Macavity was in his den, staring out the high window. But for once, it wasn't the black and white tom that was troubling his mind. It was the kitten. His kitten. He never would have dreamed it. He could easily use this against his brother.

Then again, he thought, the tom once again entering his mind, I could use her to my advantage, to get to him.

He began formulating a plan. It was the perfect way to finally talk to him. He would wait until Alonzo was alone, and approach him. He would tell him to stop going after his daughter. He'd use that to start a conversation.

Days went by, but there was no sign of Alonzo. He saw Jemima, he saw the Abyssinian, and he saw his brothers, but there was no sign of the black and white tom.

About a week later, Macavity was walking through the streets at night. It was a cloudy, as there was a storm coming in, so only the dim street lights gave off any light. Wind was blowing through the streets, stirring up leaves and dust from the road. Macavity was in the bad part of town. He walked past bums and whores and crack addicts. He past by a small opening in the wall, then did a double take. Slumped against the wall, head in his knees, was Alonzo. Macavity would recognize him anywhere, even in this alley, with dirt soiling his perfect white fur. He walked into the opening and stood in front of the dejected-looking tom. Alonzo looked up briefly, then put his head back in his knees.

Does he realize it's me? Macavity wondered, Why doesn't he do anything? He heard Alonzo speaking, and had to strain his ears to hear.

"I don't care what you do to me, Macavity," he mumbled, "Kill me now, if you want. I don't care."

"That takes all the fun out of it, though," Macavity had to play his part perfectly, the evil criminal, "I like hearing my victims screaming, and watching them writhe."

"I know how to act. I guess I could scream if that's what it would take for you to kill me."

Macavity crouched down. He mocked the broken tom.

"Tell me," he grinned, putting his hand on top of the tom's head, forcing him to look up, "What does the future protector of the Jellicles, best friend to the high and righteous brother of mine, want in a dirty, grimy alley such as this, asking for death from the Hidden Paw?"

Without bothering to care who he was talking to, Alonzo told the truth.

"Jemima rejected me."

Macavity was stunned for a moment, letting go of Alonzo. He really wants her that bad?

"You mean my Jemima?"

Alonzo looked up, confused.

"You know?"

"I found out after you left that night Demeter sensed me. As soon as you left, she and I had a little… chat."

"You leave her alone," Alonzo hissed.

"I was merely inquiring as to the father of kitten you've been flirting with."

"What do you want with me, Macavity?" This was getting too weird for Alonzo.

"Nothing," Macavity smiled, "Yet."

He put his hand under Alonzo's chin and kissed him. Then, he disappeared.

What the hell just happened here?!? Alonzo was left wondering for the rest of the night.


For the next three days, Macavity stayed in his den. He didn't eat, drank little, and didn't sleep. The third night, there was a knock at his door. He didn't answer, not wanting to talk to anyone. The door opened anyway, and he knew it was Griddlebone. No one else would have the nerve to come into his den without his permission.

Macavity was lying on his back in the middle of the room, his eyes closed.

"Go away," he half mumbled, half growled.

Griddlebone laughed. "I was right, wasn't I?"

Macavity groaned, rubbing his face with his hands, and she laughed again.

"I'm always right. I also know that you need to eat. Seriously."

She walked up to him and dropped a drumstick on his stomach. He grunted when it hit him.

"Eat," she ordered.

He sat up and took a bite. It was hot. And good. She must have stolen this recently.

"What did you do?" she asked, sitting cross-legged beside him, giving him a glass of water.

"I kissed him," Macavity said, through a mouthful of meat. Griddlebone still heard.

"Aah, that's beautiful. The great Macavity, in love… with a good guy."

Eyes gleaming, Macavity smiled.

"He won't be for long."

Griddlebone cocked her head to one side.

"You're really going after him, aren't you?"

"What else am I to do? I can't think of anything else, can't focus."

"So what's your plan?"

"I'm not telling you. You'd just get in the way"

She looked shocked and offended, but Macavity knew she was just acting.

"Oh, go away. You're a witch, you're always trying to ruin me."

"I am not!" she said, indignantly, this time serious.

Macavity rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He threw the chicken bone, and it landed in the garbage can with a loud clang. Griddlebone cringed, and Macavity lay back down, hands over his face.

"Why is this happening to me?" he groaned.

"Because it's funny," Griddlebone smiled.

Macavity aimed a kick in the direction of her voice, but missed, since his eyes were closed. She had dodged, but only barely. She laughed again. Why do I put up with her?

"Griddlebone, can you stop mocking me for a minute and answer me a question?" he asked, rolling on to his side to face her, propping his head up with his hand. She smiled.

"I guess. But only for a minute."

"What am I going to do?"

"I thought you said you had a plan…?"

"I do," Macavity sighed, "But when I really think about it, I doubt if it will work. And if it does, what then? I don't know anything about love and romance, especially when it's a guy!"

She sat, thinking about what he had said. It was very true. He was suave, and could be quite a gentleman when he wanted to be, but it was just acting.

"I think," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, "You should play it by ear. Figure out what you're going to do as it's happening. None of this planning. Just… feel your way."

He was silent, thinking. She was being sincere. For once. And it made sense, what she said.

"Thanks," he said, looking her straight in the eye, "You're a good friend."

She smiled. There it was, the reason he put up with her.

"You're welcome. By the way, I was wondering… Do you like the band Queen?"

Macavity gave her a suspicious look.

"Yes… why?"

She winked at him.

"Oh, no reason." And she walked out.

A little slow, Macavity cursed himself for falling for her joke.