Disclaimer: I own nothing. cry I do not own Cats the musical, Macavity, Demeter, (although it would be nice to own Rum Tum Tugger ). I am not T.S.Eliot and if you do not believe me, my proof is that I am not dead, rich or famous. :'( And I am not appearing in Cats' playbills everywhere. (Yea, that would be nice too) In fact, the only thing I do own in this story is Makkenzie. And the only way for you to know who Makkenzie is, is to read the story. Also, THIS IS THE CONTINUENCE OF DEMETER'S DILEMMA AND TAKES PLACE 8 MONTHS LATER!!! There's been some confusion with that. Anyways…happy reading! Enjoy.

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Silence. Not a sound could be heard from the city of London. It seemed as if the town was frozen in time. Darkness swept over the houses and streets. Nothing moved. Nothing made a sound.

But silence is not the only thing lurking in the shadows. A crimson red creature darted through an alleyway and with a flash of red fur it was gone. Nothing could stop this creature. He was untouchable. He was uncontrollable. He was Macavity. But this criminal wasn't alone. Another cat was following him, unsensed by Macavity.

Macavity's eyes glistened in the moonlight, his face masked by darkness. He leaped out into the street, avoiding the lamplights that lined the sidewalks. He sauntered down the road, taking advantage of the emptiness of the street. Macavity's fur refused to shine in the moonlight, giving him the appearance of a blood-drenched lion.

A scampering sound made Macavity's head twist around. His eyes scanned the darkness behind him carefully. The lamplights flooded the streets and a small piece of paper rolled quietly past a few garbage cans. Nothing out of the ordinary. The area was perfectly quiet. Nothing moved. But out of nowhere the noise sounded again. Macavity's attention was caught at the garbage cans. He ran silently and swiftly to where sound was. Something sprinted out into an alleyway in to corner of Macavity's eye. He turned around and followed the stranger to the alleyway but it just disappeared. But then he saw something dart over the fence. Macavity gave a smirk. This would be easy for him. He followed the stranger until he couldn't hear it at all. Macavity perked his ears up but nothing. The stranger had truly disappeared.

Soon after, Macavity heard the sound again. Now he was getting irritated. He decided to take care of this.

Macavity lead the stranger to a short building. When the footsteps grew louder Macavity lunged onto the building, half expecting to loose the stranger in the process. But no, it was till right behind him. Macavity leaped up to another building but the stranger was still there. Macavity was soon jumping from building to building in an attempt to loose the stranger but it seemed to be impossible. The higher the building was the closer the stranger got.

Macavity stopped on a tall building overlooking Russell Square. He turned and saw the stranger. It's face was still buried in the shadows. But it's eyes…it's eyes sent a chill down Macavity's spine. They were a deep yellow and looked like his own. It was at that moment he noticed the colour of the fur was that of his own too. Or at least what he could see of it.

Macavity noticed an open window on the building directly next to him. With a swift leap he landed on the windowpane and jumped down to he floor. The stranger followed just a gracefully as he did.

The room was darker inside then out and the only light was streaming in through the window. The stranger obviously couldn't see well because it stepped on a piece of wood and jumped back under the window. It looked around the room for Macavity but he wasn't there. But when it turned around, Macavity was sitting on the ledge of the window in the light. He glared at the stranger with his bloodthirsty eyes and like a flash of lightning Macavity had the stranger pinned tot he ground. The moonlight shown on the stranger's face and Macavity gasped. He took a step back and studied the cat. She was a girl. A girl no older than 6-8 months old, but she looked like Demeter. Or at least somewhat. Her eyes still reminded Macavity of his own. Macavity stepped back in shock but the girl didn't move. Her ears and whiskers were pulled back agaisnt her face. A low growl escaped from her throat.

The two stared at each other until Macaivty stepped forward, "Who are you? Why have you been following me?" He demanded.

The girl stood silent.

Macavity stared at her, "I'm not going to hurt you if you cooperate. Now who are you?"

But when the girl didn't response Macavity sighed, "How long have you been following me?"

The girl's voice was shaky but her face showed no emotion, "S...sense you left."

Macavity eyed her, "You've been following the lead of the top thievery base in the United Kingdom, undetected, for over an hour?"

She nodded slowly.

"Not bad kid, what's your name?"

"M..makkenzie."

"Makkenzie, eh?"

She nodded again.

Macavity tried to use a calmer voice, "Why have you been following me?"

"I…I just wanted to meet you."

"Why?"

"Well, Demeter…"

Macavity snapped his head up, "You know Demeter?"

"Yeah, do you know her?"

Macavity stared, 'Uh, yeah. Let's go with that," he stuttered, "So, what now about Demeter?"

"Well, she wanted me to meet you."

"Hm mm," Macavity replied flatly, "Why would Demeter want you to meet me?"

"Because she…she, "Makkenzie took a deep breathe, "She thought it'd be nice for me to meet my father."

"W...what?"

"I'm your daughter."

Macavity stared. His eyes were widened in shock, "What? How are you…my…"

"Demeter's my mother."

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Ooooooo…watch da sparks fly. I said this at the top but I'll say it again. This story takes place about 8 months after the first story: Demeter's Dilemma. Makkenzie is about 6 months old just in case you're wondering. Please R&R. Thanks .