By the time night fell, Britain Cat had forgotten why his master was mad at him in the first place. Yet, he felt that he probably wasn't welcomed still and continued to lie in the same place he had been for most of the day.

Human Britain came out and crouched down on the porch. He had a food dish in his hands and he set it down on the porch. He called out for the cat to come over. Britain Cat watched his master for a long moment. Could he make amends now? His master didn't appear to be angry anymore, but he still was unsure. He was hungry, though, and decided to take the chance.

He stood up from his spot and walked over to the porch cautiously. A familiar scent was in the air as the Cat came over to his dish. It was tuna! Did this mean his master forgave him?

He sniffed at the tuna for a minute and began to eat. He felt his master pet him and he flinched, he didn't know what his master was going to do. But his master did nothing but pet him.

"I'm sorry, you still have to stay out here for the night. But if you be good, I'll let you back in the house tomorrow," he told the Cat. Britain Cat was a little confused at this, but his master didn't sound angry anymore. Maybe he felt guilty for throwing him out?

When Britain Cat finished his meal, his master picked up the dish and went back into the house. The Cat waited for him to open the door and let him in, but it soon began obvious that he wasn't going to be allowed back into the house tonight. The Cat sighed sadly. He simply just couldn't understand or even remember why his master was so angry.

He walked back to his spot and lied down to sleep. It was going to be a long night.

As the night went on, Britain Cat didn't feel like prowling. He was a little thirsty, though. He noticed that a water dish had been set out on the porch. Britain Cat walked up to the porch again and drank some water. That helped a bit. He lied down on the porch and looked up at the moon overhead. It was pretty, he supposed. But then a horrible sound came from somewhere along the fence. It was so awful! It sounded like a cat who choked on a hairball.

Britain Cat tried to ignore it, but the sound wouldn't go away. He glared back over to the fence and saw a silhouette figure sitting on the fence. He got up and stormed over to the figure.

"Would you please stop that dreadful noise? It's hurting my ears!" The figure looked down at him with yellow eyes and chuckled.

"What's wrong, pet? Don't you know that there are cats like me who enjoy cat karaoke? I bet you've never even tried it.."

Britain Cat frowned as he continued to glare back at the figure.

"Cats like you, eh? Well, you must be daft and stupid to come around here. This happens to be my yard and I don't appreciate youngsters like you who like to make a ruckus. Now please leave."

"What's that? I couldn't hear you, your prissy voice made my ears clogged," the cat on the fence smirked down at him. Britain Cat hissed.

"I'm warning you!"

Suddenly, more figures appeared around the yard and they surrounded Britain Cat.

"Oh? You dare challenge ally cats, pet?" the yellowed eyed cat said. Britain Cat swallowed, he doubted he could take them all on.

"Oi!" yelled a voice. The cats all turned to see three more cats enter the yard. Britain Cat began to sweat, but he recognized the scents of these cats. The trio of cats stepped into the light of the moon and Britain Cat was relieved. It was his older brothers!

The ally cats hissed and the yellowed eye cat glared at them.

"Who are you?"

"If you dare touch our little brother, you'll have to answer to us!" Ireland Cat said as he and his brothers took a step forward. Britain Cat blushed, did they really have to call him 'little'?

"So if you don't mind, please leave this place before you're in a world of hurt!" Wales Cat said.

"Unless you aren't afraid to lose?" Scotland Cat smirked.

The ally cats looked to the yellow eyed cat for advise, he appeared to be the leader of this group. He didn't like the situation. These cats looked tough. He turned to Britain Cat.

"One day, pet, you won't have anyone around to help you." Then he and his pals left.

Britain Cat thanked his older brothers for coming to help.

"It wasn't a problem," Scottland Cat said. "We were out doing our prowling."

"What are you doing out here, Britain Cat? Normally you stay inside instead of doing your prowling outside," Wales Cat asked him. Britain Cat looked down at the ground and told them about the kittens, but he still didn't understand why his master was still mad at him..

"I see," Ireland Cat nodded as he listened. "I wouldn't worry too much. Humans are just like that. I'm sure he'll let you back inside the house soon. And I doubt the kittens will stay for much longer."

"I don't know. My master seems pretty attached to them. I can't help but feel as if he's replaced me," Britain Cat said as he shook his head. Wales Cat put a paw on his little brother's head.

"That's not true and you know it. If he didn't want you anymore, he would have given you to the kennel. I'm sure he'll let you back into the house first thing in the morning."

Britain Cat wished he could share their enthusiasm, but he still had doubts.

He soon bid his older brothers goodbye and curled up into his spot to sleep again. He hoped his brothers were right.