Sonney came rolling out from under the shrubbery clutching something in his stubbily paws. He began frantically thrashing around it the dirt and then jumping up and down, batting something in the air.

He pounced it to the ground and began attacking it further. We stood gaping at the spazing kitty.

"I've never seen him move this much. Except for that one time he…" My eyes widened. "Last time he was like this, he was under the influence."

"Of how many illegal narcotics?" Priya asked.

"No, much worse than drugs. He was under the influence of (gasp) catnip."

Sonney suddenly seemed to notice us. He had a glazed look over his eyes when he stared at us. It instilled almost as much fear as Priya's did. (Sidenote to Priya so she won't kill me: Notice I said *almost*)

Suddenly he lunged at Andy's leg. A high pitch screamed filled the air.

"HE…BIT…ME!" Andy said, falling over clutching his ankle.

"Aww, he didn't mean it, hes just a harmless old codger. And he doesn't have any teeth." I said, reaching down to pet him, and then pulling my hand back as he lunged for me.

"If he's old, can I eat him?" Staci asked.

"No Staci, you like old people, not old cats." Jenn explained.

"Oh yeah. We need to visit one o' them places where they keep all the old people. I'm hungry."

"You mean a retirement home?"

"Yeah, but as long as there's no retired teachers. I don't think that eating Bachtold would sit too well with me. Or anyone else, for that matter. He's scary." Seeing Priya's glare, she added, "But not as scary as Priya, of course. Nothing is as scary as Priya, queen of all that is evil. Even Samara's torments pale before her's. For Samara is jus a minion when compared to Priya. And…"

"Er, not to interrupt, but we need to get back to the overdosed cat problem." Priya glared at Jenn when she cut into Staci's speech.

"Oh, he'll be fine eventually, as long as we don't let him have anymore catnip er…" I said trailing off as Sonney disappeared into the bushes, and the reappeared with a mouthful of long leafy stems of catnip. "Ok, maybe it's time to try and think up a plan B."

Priya just happened to have a random trench coat and we through that over Sonney. Strange ripping noises rent the air as small tears appeared in the coat. This was very surprising since he had no front claws and very little teeth. We all stared at the struggling bundle.

Priya finally spoke up. "Ok, who wants to pick it up?" Unsurprisingly, no one volunteered. After a small argument, where Priya basically threatened everyone with a very painful death, Andy was er, nice enough to try and get the cat in the car.

"I…can't…lift…him…" he sputtered, straining again the cat's weight. Then he screamed very loudly and high pitched. The cat had bit him again. "How are we supposed to do this now?"

Finally, Priya devised a device that managed that got Sonney in the car. It was basically a large chunk of catnip on a fishing rod that Priya reeled into the back seat of Andy's car. Sonney walked after it at an alarming speed (well, for him) and then leaped into the car. We were all astonished he could leave the ground, let alone actually make it into the car. Granted, he was a little shallow and his back claws scratched up Andy's car frame, door, seats and a picture of Kitty he had sitting back there.

"My car! My Precious car!" Andy cried.

Priya grinned evilly. "Now I know his weakness."

Sonney purred contentedly, with a feverish look in his eyes.

"Jeez, Beth, what's wrong with your cat?"

"He's very special!"

Andy was still sobbing over his car.

Sonney shifted his weight so he could get his mouth over to the catnip Priya had forgotten to take off the fishing pole. One of Andy's tires burst, causing everyone to jump and Jenn to knock Evan over with a ripple. It took us over an hour to figure out how to jack up the car without taking Sonney out. We nearly broke the jack. Then we actually had to change the tire. Priya tried to melt the old one. By the time we finished, the sun was setting and we were late for curfew.

Logan was waiting at the front door and he did not look happy.

"Where ya been, bub." He asked Andy, who was coming in first. All Andy could manage was "The cat…My car." Before a fresh wave of tears overtook him.

"Er, yes, go look at the backseat of Andy's car. The answers are all in there." Priya said before hurrying the rest of us upstairs before he remembered us. Pietro had already gone home.

A few minutes later screaming, growling, and the sounds of someone being mauled filtered into my open window.

"What the…" I heard Rogue whisper.

I made my way out by the front door and found the others there. The door burst open and Logan was standing there with Sonney clinging to his face. From what I could see of Logan, he didn't look very happy. In fact, a vein was ticking in his neck.

Priya walked over to Sonney tenatively and poked a pressure point in his neck. He went limp and fell off Logan's face. Sonney landed on the floor with a soft "flump". Cats always land on their fat. Well, at least mine does.

I tried to drag Sonney over with my telekinesis, so I wouldn't have to get any nearer to Logan, but I only got him an inch before I gave up and just went over and picked him up. (With great difficulty, I might add.) After I had deposited him a few feet away on the couch, I turned back to Priya.

"How *could* you pressure point my cat! He could have broken his flimsy little ankles."

"Aww, he's got too much fat to get hurt. It *was* only five feet."

"Five feet is a long way to fall when you weigh as much as Sonney!"

Logan cleared his throat and we glanced up at him, annoyed he had interrupted our conversation. "Yes?" Priya asked him, with as much patience as she could muster for an ordinary mortal like the rest of us, which wasn't very much.

Logan merely sighed and muttered something about needing vodka and then wandered off.

"Why'd he interrupt if he didn't want anything," Priya said scowling. Her face then suddenly lit up. "Unless that was an offer to get *us* some vodka too."

"Don't hold your breath."

By this time, we were all so exhausted from lugging Sonney around all day, that we all just went to bed. Of course, it was hard to sleep when Sonney kept running up and down the hallway, and if someone was stupid enough to leave their door open, a scream would fill the air as Sonney chomped on their toes. Somehow, we managed to at least get a little sleep that night.