Disclaimer: I wish I owned Cats.

AN: I would love a few more reviews. I won't blackmail anyone into reviewing, but I would like a lot of feedback on how my story's is going.

She was twitchy. Blaise had spent most of the day there, and it was nearing nightfall. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had to go back home. Most of the day she had been distracted and unable to focus on what any of the jellicles were saying to her. Quaxo had hardly talked to her since she ate. Blaise felt bad, but she wasn't going to give up her life for a cat that well, was only a friend.

Blaise was laying down with Victoria, making idle chit chat with the white cat. Victoria also seemed like her feelings were hurt. "I still say you should give my brother a chance. He's not so bad." Victoria grumbled. Blaise didn't bother responding to that. It was an argument she was tired of. Cat or human, Blaise wasn't like that.

"I have to go." Blaise said. Victoria stood up.

"Come find me later then. I'll be with Plato." Victoria smiled hopefully. Blaise shook her head.

"No, I mean I have to go home." Victoria's smile wilted, and turned into a frown. She reached for Blaise, like she wanted to hug her, but instead, waltzed off. Blaise was confused by the snub, but put no thought into it. She turned back toward Quaxo's den. He was laying on his bed, next to Munkustrap. Blaise could tell by the way they stopped talking that she'd interrupted a very important conversation. "Quaxo." Blaise said quietly. Munkustrap gave her a hard look, turned to Quaxo, and left, no doubt leaving them alone. Quaxo turned his head to the side, avoiding her gaze. She took a step closer. "Quaxo, you promised." She begged quietly. When he finally looked at her, it was a harsh glare.

"Yeah, I guess I did. I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy. I guess now you can go back home to your boring human life and mate with a dumb human male, now won't you?" Blaise was shocked, and tried to think of words to say, but Quaxo wasn't done. "The entire tribe took you in when they didn't have to. We helped you out, chased away the pollicles, showed you a good time, and this is how you repay us? 'Thanks for the help, but I'm better than you because I'm a human and you're not?'"

"That's not fair Quaxo, you know I'm grateful. But I don't belong and you know it! Plus, you spring your feelings on me, knowing it doesn't work that way!" Blaise blurted. She should have stopped there, but didn't. "Besides, I see you as more of a pet than a potential mate!" She hadn't meant to say that. Quaxo's eyes widened in shock, and his mouth opened and closed, repeatedly. Finally, after a few long seconds, his eyes narrowed into dangerous glare.

"Fine." He said. He stood up and grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the den, and out of the junkyard. "Wait here." He snapped. Quaxo came back only a moment later with her clothes. Her human clothes. Shoving them into her arms, he took a step back. "You want to play it this way. Fine. We'll play it this way. Put those back on. You wouldn't want to be naked while going back home." Blaise didn't argue or say anything. She was too angry to apologize. instead, she put her clothes back on as best as she could. They hung loose, but they managed to stay on. When she met his glare once again, she could see sparks flying out of his claws. "This is why they call me Mr. Mistoffelees." He said flatly. "I'm the greatest magician ever." He let the sparks fly at Blaise, and she could feel herself growing in size. Her clothes were starting to fit better.

The changes were complete. Blaise looked around, and wondered why she was sitting in front of the junkyard. In front of her was a small black and white cat, or maybe it was a kitten. It was mewing at her, and rubbed up against her leg. Blaise scratched the kitten behind its ear and stood up. The kitten bounded into the junkyard, probably afraid of her size. "I must have gone out drinking and passed out. Shrugging it off, Blaise dusted herself off, decided a shower was in order, and walked back to her house. Her keys, wallet and pocket were still in her pocket, and she unlocked her front door. Her house was dark and quiet. Blaise flipped on a few lights, turned on the television. "I'm going to report that bag stolen on Monday. Blaise muttered to herself. Blaise made her way up her stairs and into her bathroom.

The shower felt amazing. Blaise had smelled horrible. She scrubbed herself several times while in the shower, and washed her hair twice for good measure. When she was finally done, she put some fresh clothes on, and decided not to waste the rest of her weekend. Her saturday had been wasted, and Blaise couldn't remember what she had been doing. She didn't smell like alcohol, but she supposed it didn't matter. Walking downstairs, Blaise flopped down on her couch with the television remote. For some reason, it felt good to be home. But at the same time, she was angry about something. Mad at....someone. No, she was just mad that she lost an entire day. It would do her no good to fret about it. Monday would take her mind off of it anyway.