She crept quietly through the streets, trying to find her way to the butcher shop. She had a light black dress on and was keeping near the dark corners. After arriving in the alley were the cat lived she hid and waited for the cat to make an appearance.

About an hour later she saw the cat come out of its hiding place. Now just wait for it to come closer, she thought (thankfully inside her head this time). It started creeping closer to where she hid. "It's black," she said, scarcely above a whisper. Now, Mrs. Lovett wasn't a superstitious person, but it was a little creepy to be out at night, in an alleyway, with a black cat. She might as well be under a latter right after she stepped on and broke a mirror. Another thought popped into her head, it was Hallows Eve; the night evil spirits came to earth. Just perfect. She was pulled from her train of thought when she felt the cat rubbing its head against her leg. Well, that was easy. She grabbed the cat, it didn't pull away or anything, it just nudged her with its chin. "To bad you're going to die, you're a cute little bugger." And with that she walked back to her shop and went strait into the bake house.

"First things first." She grabbed a knife, but then thought better of it. If she was going to kill it why not do it humanly? She set the cat on the table and wrapped her hands around its tiny little neck. Her sole purpose was to snap the cat's neck quickly, and bake it into her pies. That cat had a lot of things resting on its shoulders; it had a pie shop to save, there was nothing that was going to divert her from doing that task.

The cat though, apparently had other plans. With one smooth leap it bounded out of her hands and began to make its way up the stairs and onto the street. "Come back here pussy! You need to go in my pies! Ah! Not up there!" She bounded up the steps in hope of catching the cat before it got to the street. She had no such luck.

The cat looked not that old and was in a condition to be called fit. Mrs. Lovett was a thirty year old woman who was wearing a very heavy dress and a corset. None of which helped her breathing or catching the cat. "Ok, you win. Pussy-one, me- zero."