Thanks for all the great reviews, guys! Here's the much awaited chapter two:
Two nights later, Mistoffelees' encounter with Macavity still puzzled him as he lay awake in his bag, his power rushing inside him. He couldn't figure out why the evil cat had simply left. His knowledge of the encounter burned inside him, wanting to get out. But Macavity's last words haunted Mistoffelees. "You and I are more alike than you would like to think, boy." How could Mistoffelees have anything in common with a cat so vile, so demented? However unlikely, they did seem to have something in common. The same power that made Mistoffelees the envy of the whole junkyard gave Macavity the ability to perform his astonishing crimes.
Above him, the night sky beckoned. The stars seemed to burn more brightly than usual, inviting Mistoffelees to come dance among them. He wondered if he could pull off that trick again. He hadn't tried last night. The thought of falling from that high up was a frightening one. But it might not be so bad if he started small...
Mistoffelees peered out of his bag to see if anyone was looking, then, confident that no one was, tiptoed out of the area. He wasn't quite sure where he was going, but he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the other cats if this didn't work.
When he felt he was sufficiently far away from the general sleeping area, he gathered up his power. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself hovering a few inches off the ground. When he experimentally opened his eyes again, however, he was disappointed to find that he was still planted firmly where he was. He tried thinking of himself as a little box, and envisioned himself levitating the box with his power, but this too didn't work. Mistoffelees sighed and wondered what had happened. He went over what he did the first time, planning out his next move. Maybe starting small wasn't going to work after all.
Gathering his courage, he took off at top speed for the top of a tire, bounded off it, and leaped into the air, throwing out his magic. When he felt wind in his fur and nothing under his feet, he came very close to screaming for joy! Only the thought of The Rum Tum Tugger yelling at him for making him lose beauty sleep halted the rush of ecstasy that threatened to flow from his mouth. Mistoffelees had done it! As the ground shrank away from under him, he dipped and soared through the night sky, dancing a ballet of elation and pleasure as he had never done on the ground.
Never had Mistoffelees felt so free in his life! He threw off his worries off falling and rose ever higher over the junkyard. He wanted to tell the whole world how he felt, but nothing could describe the intense joy that enveloped him. He now had a whole new world open to him! There were so many places to go!
Mistoffelees found that flying was as easy as breathing. All he had to do spread out his power around him, and it acted like a magic carpet, taking him in any direction he wished. He tumbled through the air, twisting and turning and darting about the stars, but he was suddenly confused to find himself shrouded in a mass of dark dampness. The answer soon penetrated his foggy head. He was wrapped up in a cloud.
Rising to the top of the cloud, Mistoffelees sat upon it to think. Flying was going to be difficult to explain to the other cats, but he could not wait to see the look on their faces when he started hovering during washings to get that hard-to-reach spot on his back. But there was one particular cat Mistoffelees wanted to show his new trick to first.
Victoria was the little white cat who lived in the mansion uptown . Her keepers brushed her every day and even hired a private cat caretaker and a personal vet to care for her every need. While most cats had old, worn collars (if any), Victoria wore diamonds. She was pampered, and she deserved all of it. Mistoffelees could not wait to take her on a little tour of the town as she had never seen it before.
But that would have to wait. Flying, and even hovering on a cloud, was taking quite a toll on Mistoffelees, and for once, he was sorry to be feeling sleepy. If he stayed on top of the cloud any longer, he was in danger of falling. He didn't want to think about that, and instead started to descend back to the junkyard. Sleep was coming over him, and whether he wanted to or not, he had to keep quiet about his new trick if he wanted to surprise Victoria. After all, word got around quickly when the cats had nothing to do but sit around and gossip.
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