Several weeks had passed since Macavity had discovered he was a magical cat. As Old Deuteronomy had predicted, he had acquired new abilities over that time. He had fundamentally gained complete control of all of the ones in his possession.

Another year went by. Nothing much happened.

Then one particular day, about fourteen weeks before the next Jellicle Ball, Macavity was all alone in the clearing of the junkyard. He was practicing shooting some objects with lightning bolts without even looking at the said objects. His aim was so advanced that is was actually hard for him to MISS the cans.

While he was conducting this exercise, Clemitanie came into the clearing. Macavity waved at her and she waved back.

When Macavity decided to take a break, he walked over to her and they talked with each other about various subjects. The two of them had become very well-acquainted with each other ever since the day they had first met.

Macavity and Clemitanie actually did have strong feelings for each other, but neither of them were very much aware of each others' feelings. Macavity decided that he would be the one to come forward first. He asked Clemitanie "Clem, can I tell you something private?"

"Of course," she said.

Macavity was about to tell her, but suddenly, he became timid and looked over his shoulders. He wanted to tell Clemitanie how he felt about her, but he wasn't quite sure that he wanted anyone else in the tribe to know.

Suddenly, a brilliant (yet impulsive) idea popped into Macavity's head. He turned to Clemitanie and said to her "How about we go somewhere where nobody else can interrupt us?"

"Alright," said Clemitanie, "But I don't know if there's any place in the junkyard that's totally secluded."

Macavity grinned mischievously and said "Then we'll find a place outside of the junkyard."

Clemitanie was confused by what Macavity was suggesting. Before she could ask, he leaned over and whispered something into her ear.

In response, she looked at him in surprise and alarm.

"Are you sure that's safe?" she inquired.

"Of course, I'm sure," he scoffed, "I wouldn't suggest it if I wasn't sure."

Clemitanie decided to agree with Macavity's idea. The two of them climbed to the top of the tallest pile in the junkyard. Macavity stood behind Clemitanie and wrapped his front legs around her slim frame. He then cleared his mind of all distractions.

Clemitanie was especially nervous, but Macavity assured her that she had nothing to fear.

After he had properly focused his mind, Macavity dove off the junk pile.

Immediately, they started flying through the air. Clemitanie shut her eyes tightly, but Macavity kept his wide open. He started flying around the junkyard in circles with Clemitanie in his arms. After a minute, he told her that she could open her eyes. She hesitantly did, and she almost screamed at the sight. But Macavity whispered into her ear that she had nothing to be afraid of.

After spending a few minutes hovering over the junkyard, Macavity started heading away from it.

"Where are we going?" Clemitanie asked him.

"You'll see," he smirked.

Clemitanie suddenly had a disturbing realization: "What if a human sees us?"

"They won't," he said with perfect calmness, "We're going too fast for them to interpret us as anything other than a bird."

Pretty soon, the two of them were flying all over London. They observed Parliament, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, St. Paul's Cathedral, The Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, and the theatre district of West End (Note: I've actually been to London; it's a beautiful place). They even saw The Eye, but they made sure not to get to close to it, lest someone see them.

Finally, after flying the air for about fifteen minutes, Macavity and Clemitanie landed on top of Big Ben. From there, they got a spectacular view of the capital of England. It was very early in the morning, and the two cats were able to witness a gorgeous sunrise.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" said Macavity.

"You can always see the sunrise from the junkyard," Clemitanie told him, "but from up here, you just cannot compare that view to this one."

Macavity turned to look at Clemitanie.

For the first time ever, Macavity became fully aware of the beauty in Clemitanie's complexion: her smooth and soft black and white fur, her perfectly aligned whiskers, her adorable pink nose, and her delicate frame. Even though Clemitanie was almost two and one-half months older than Macavity (Note: That's the equivalent of almost three cat years), the age difference meant nothing to him.

Clemitanie soon realized that Macavity was gazing at her. She turned and smiled at him.

Something crossed her mind; she asked her friend "Didn't you want to talk to me about 'something private?'"

Macavity nodded, and he told her "I understand that you'll be coming of age at the next Jellicle Ball."

"That is true."

"And because you're coming of age, you'll be required to perform the Mating Dance."

Clemitanie nodded. Macavity asked her "Have you given any thought as to who you would like your partner to be?"

Clemitanie quickly realized where this conversation was going. She looked at Macavity and told him "Of course I will."

Macavity was confused by her answer. He repeated "'I will?'"

"Be your partner," she finished for him.

Macavity scoffed. "How did you know I was going to ask?"

"Why else would you have brought it up?" she countered.

"True." Macavity and Clemitanie gazed lovingly at each other. He placed his paw on her waist and said "Just think; in a little over three months, we'll be performing the Mating Dance together!"

She placed her paw on his cheek and said flirtatiously "Who says that we have to wait three months?"

Macavity jumped a little at her last statement. He was quiet surprised by what she had just suggested, but in the back of his mind, he had the same thoughts.

Macavity took his free paw and placed it on Clemitanie's. He asked her "Are you sure about this?"

"Why not?" she pointed out, "We could call this 'practicing.'"

Macavity shrugged in agreement, "Practice DOES make perfect."

"And who will ever know?"

"You're right," he concurred, "Up here, nobody can see us, hear us, or interrupt us."

"Then let's do it!" she exclaimed.

"Okay," he agreed, "but how about we start with the latter half of it first? You know; the 'fun' part."

Macavity could tell by the look on Clemitanie's face that that was EXACTLY what she was hoping for.

He placed both of his paws on Clemitanie's waist and gently lowered her to the ground. He slowly lowered himself onto her, and pretty soon, they were in a complete embrace.

There was no need for any talking; both of them knew what to do from that point onward. They started by nuzzling their heads close to each other. Then they started to get much more intimate. Then they began the... mating process. To them, it was an incredible experience. Even the joy of flight was incomparable to the sensation that was quickly overcoming both of them.

In the end, they were both lying in each other's arms, breathing deeply and sweating. The two of them had made passionate love to the morning sun.

After about ten minutes, they decided to head back to the junkyard. Macavity wrapped his legs around Clemitanie again and the two of them flew back to their home. It was fortunate that they had arrived when they had; Grizabella had been looking for Macavity.

After saying goodbye to his clandestine lover, Macavity went to have breakfast with his mother and brothers.