Sorry it took me so long to get this up, but as authors go, the stories get harder to write. Thank you for be so patient. I bet your head was about to explode with anticipation. Liar. What? I said you're a liar. I'll bet these people just want to laugh at your horrible work. I'll bet their laughing their heads off right now. Ignore him. He's just an alter ego I made up to keep me company. I'm not an 'alter ego,' I'm a highly intelligent Renaissance Thief. I steal from the rich and cripple the poor. Okay, that's enough. Just enjoy the beginning of part 2 of 'A Cats Story.'

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Three Years Later...

Jing sat on the roof, letting herself be bathed in the moonlight. She inhaled the peaceful night air. Sighing, she rolled onto her back. The nights had seemed endless and the days too short. When ever she had time to herself, it was day. Her nights were spent working for Macavity, and her eyes showed it. They were never as wide as they used to be when she was a kitten. She spent most of her alone time catching up on sleep. The silence was broken when Macavity's voice echoed through the building.

"JING!" he roared. Sighing again, she stood and crawled into an open vent.

Once inside, she leapt to the floor and continued to walk down the dusty halls to where the orange and red cat stood. His face was contorted with fury. His anger faded slightly when she appeared, taking a seat in front of him; she didn't smile or say she was sorry, she just sat there, a look of disgust on her face. Although she had work for him for almost three years, she still had utmost revulsion towards Macavity.

He started to circle her like a hawk. "Where were you?" he demanded.

"I-I was..." She didn't want to tell him the truth, because then she'd be watched. "I was just getting some fresh air."

He stopped in front of her and stared deep into her green eyes. "You're lying." He said at last. "You will be accompanied by Kaine wherever you go—"

"But—"

"—and you are not to be wandering around without him or me. Got it?" She didn't answer. He backhanded her across the face, sending her into the wall. She didn't look guilty or panic-stricken, instead, she launched herself at the orange cat, pinning him to the opposite wall.

He smiled at her menacingly and with ease, kicked her away. He didn't wait for her to stand. He clawed her shoulder open, laughing at her pained look. She let the blood drip to the floor as she stood, turning her eyes to him in anger. She crouched down and started to circle him. He kept his eyes on her, his muscles tensed and ready for an attack. She clawed low, only to have her paw pinned beneath his talon-like claws. With his other paw, he struck her full across the face, cutting her cheek open with the force.

She gasped at the sudden pain. Getting control of her rage, she took her free paw and dug her claws into his leg, tearing the skin. He hissed and released her, backhanding her again. She staggered back and giving him a quick glance, she took off at a run down the hall.

He groaned in fury. "KAINE!"

The brown tabby sprinted down the hall. "Yes, sir?" he panted.

"Bring her back!" Kaine turned on his heel and dashed down the back steps and out of sight.

Macavity let out an irritated sigh. "This is the third time this week! I must get control of that queen." He began to pace. "She still has in her mind that she'll be able to get back to those Jellicles. And that black tom of hers is the one I need to be able to break her spirit."

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