Disclaimer: In no way do I own any of the cats from "Cats" the musical, all
of them belonging to the talented T. S. Eliot. The characters Chyna and
Cassie belong to me though. Stealing them will result in Macavity doing
evil and mean things, like the evil villain he is. Enjoy the story!
Chapter 4
Chyna was sitting up in bed. It was late at night and she could hear the clickity clack of the train track beneath her. Cassie and Skimble were sleeping at the end of her bed. She was pondering a dream that had just woken her up. She dreamed that she was approaching a Junkyard of some kind, and she felt very alive and spirited, like she had just been given a new life. She approached a handsome gray striped tabby tom, and as she did so, she noticed that every step she took she found that her human form was melting away and she was becoming a cat. She soon reached the tom, and he was memorizing. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. She then looked down and smiled, realizing that she was a full-blown cat! She smiled at the tom and found herself saying, "Hi Munk. Do I look any different to you?"
The gray cat looked mesmerized. He whispered," You're beautiful." That was when she woke up.
"Everything alright, Chyna?" Cassie whispered in her ear.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Cassie. But I had this strange dream and I don't know if it was just gibberish of if it meant something." Chyna told Cassie about the dream, but had to repeat it when Skimble woke up.
Skimble racked his brain." Are you sure you said Munk? Because that's what people close to Munkustrap call him that."
"Hmmm, another thing to ask Old D when we get there. I don't know about you, but I am exhausted. I am going back to sleep." yawned Cassie.
Chyna laughed." Good night Cassie and Skimble." Chyna couldn't sleep though. She kept on seeing the cat's face in her mind, especially those eyes. They looked so sad, until she locked eyes with him. All of the pain in his eyes seemed to disappear when Chyna was there. Weird. She decided she would figure it out later as she fell asleep again, dreaming of nothing this time.
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Misto meowed at the front door. Those little brats had locked him out again! He really couldn't stand those human children. They didn't understand the respect a Jellicle cat deserves! Oh, well. All will be better when Cassie comes back. His heart leapt with joy as he thought of her silky gray coat, her soulful blue eyes searching his soul....'Wow.' he thought. 'A female can really make someone sappy!'
He smiled to himself as he conjured up his powers and then *poof* he was inside the house, in his favorite laundry basket. He was really tired, but he was also so excited that he couldn't sleep. He curled up into a ball and thought of that night a year ago, when he danced with the most graceful queen in the Junkyard. She was even better than Misto's big sister Victoria, which is really good, because even the most skeptical cats fall in love with Vicky's dancing. Vicky taught Misto how to dance when he was really young, and Misto was pretty good at it now. He even got to show off his spins and toe touches at the last Jellicle Ball when he used his magic to bring back Old Deuteronomy. But Cassie was not there to see him show off. His heart fell as he thought how lonely he was during that Ball. Sure, he looked like he was having a wonderful time, but he also prided himself as a wonderful actor.
"Misto? Is that you?" A voice called out from the dark.
"Yeah, it's me, Dad." Misto sat up and greeted Bustapher Jones, who was at the time nibbling on some tuna. Misto rolled his eyes. 'We need to get him on a diet!' He thought to himself. "Oh, dad? Tomorrow we will all have to be at the Junkyard to welcome back Cassiopia."
"Wow! She is coming back? Isn't she the one you had a little thing for?" Bustapher joked.
Misto blushed. "Dad! Not a little thing, a big thing!" Misto laughed at his own wittiness. He loved his relationship with his dad. They always teased each other, but it was out of love. Misto could always go to his father just to talk or to get advice.
"Well, I loved that little cat. She was so perfect for my little Misto. You're growing so fast! It seemed like only yesterday when the family was trying to potty train you!" Jones ruffled Misto's fur.
Misto purred, "Night, dad!" as he curled up in a ball. As he slipped into a soundless sleep, he dreamt about that one night of the Jellicle Ball where he danced with Cassiopia all night long.
Chapter 4
Chyna was sitting up in bed. It was late at night and she could hear the clickity clack of the train track beneath her. Cassie and Skimble were sleeping at the end of her bed. She was pondering a dream that had just woken her up. She dreamed that she was approaching a Junkyard of some kind, and she felt very alive and spirited, like she had just been given a new life. She approached a handsome gray striped tabby tom, and as she did so, she noticed that every step she took she found that her human form was melting away and she was becoming a cat. She soon reached the tom, and he was memorizing. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. She then looked down and smiled, realizing that she was a full-blown cat! She smiled at the tom and found herself saying, "Hi Munk. Do I look any different to you?"
The gray cat looked mesmerized. He whispered," You're beautiful." That was when she woke up.
"Everything alright, Chyna?" Cassie whispered in her ear.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Cassie. But I had this strange dream and I don't know if it was just gibberish of if it meant something." Chyna told Cassie about the dream, but had to repeat it when Skimble woke up.
Skimble racked his brain." Are you sure you said Munk? Because that's what people close to Munkustrap call him that."
"Hmmm, another thing to ask Old D when we get there. I don't know about you, but I am exhausted. I am going back to sleep." yawned Cassie.
Chyna laughed." Good night Cassie and Skimble." Chyna couldn't sleep though. She kept on seeing the cat's face in her mind, especially those eyes. They looked so sad, until she locked eyes with him. All of the pain in his eyes seemed to disappear when Chyna was there. Weird. She decided she would figure it out later as she fell asleep again, dreaming of nothing this time.
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Misto meowed at the front door. Those little brats had locked him out again! He really couldn't stand those human children. They didn't understand the respect a Jellicle cat deserves! Oh, well. All will be better when Cassie comes back. His heart leapt with joy as he thought of her silky gray coat, her soulful blue eyes searching his soul....'Wow.' he thought. 'A female can really make someone sappy!'
He smiled to himself as he conjured up his powers and then *poof* he was inside the house, in his favorite laundry basket. He was really tired, but he was also so excited that he couldn't sleep. He curled up into a ball and thought of that night a year ago, when he danced with the most graceful queen in the Junkyard. She was even better than Misto's big sister Victoria, which is really good, because even the most skeptical cats fall in love with Vicky's dancing. Vicky taught Misto how to dance when he was really young, and Misto was pretty good at it now. He even got to show off his spins and toe touches at the last Jellicle Ball when he used his magic to bring back Old Deuteronomy. But Cassie was not there to see him show off. His heart fell as he thought how lonely he was during that Ball. Sure, he looked like he was having a wonderful time, but he also prided himself as a wonderful actor.
"Misto? Is that you?" A voice called out from the dark.
"Yeah, it's me, Dad." Misto sat up and greeted Bustapher Jones, who was at the time nibbling on some tuna. Misto rolled his eyes. 'We need to get him on a diet!' He thought to himself. "Oh, dad? Tomorrow we will all have to be at the Junkyard to welcome back Cassiopia."
"Wow! She is coming back? Isn't she the one you had a little thing for?" Bustapher joked.
Misto blushed. "Dad! Not a little thing, a big thing!" Misto laughed at his own wittiness. He loved his relationship with his dad. They always teased each other, but it was out of love. Misto could always go to his father just to talk or to get advice.
"Well, I loved that little cat. She was so perfect for my little Misto. You're growing so fast! It seemed like only yesterday when the family was trying to potty train you!" Jones ruffled Misto's fur.
Misto purred, "Night, dad!" as he curled up in a ball. As he slipped into a soundless sleep, he dreamt about that one night of the Jellicle Ball where he danced with Cassiopia all night long.