A/N: Oh, Jemima-luvah, you give up far too easily...
"Geez, boss, what're doin' this fo'? Dontcha think they're pathetic?" Mouse exclaimed.
Macavity sighed. "Yes, they are pathetic," he said annoyedly to his dim-witted, brown and white patched henchcat, Mouse. "But we need him!"
They were in one of Macavity's many hiding points that he had amassed since he'd been banished from the Jellicle Tribe. This one happened to be the basement of a fortune teller's parlor. Macavity chose this particular point for tonight because the magical aura around the entire building added strength to any spell conducted within, and by watching the mistress at her work, he had learned one of the more elusive tricks a magical cat can: scrying.
Mouse looked over Macavity's shoulder as Macavity waved his paws over the crystal ball (which had conveniently gone missing from the gypsy's store room of spares) and a swirling orange mist appeared inside. The mist whirled and shifted under the glass until it solidified and formed the image of two star-struck young cats sitting upon a rooftop at sunset. The white one stared in awe as the blacker one created magical illusions in the air. Macavity glared intensely into the crystal ball for several minutes, seemingly just watching the scene inside. Finally, Mouse got bored and asked, "Whoi you gotta stare at 'im loike dat?"
Macavity sighed again. Mouse was really the pathetic one here. "I need to know when he falls asleep," he responded.
"Whoi?"
"Because that's when I can enter his dreams."
"Whoi?"
Rolling his eyes, Macavity answered, "So I can convince him to join us!"
Thankfully, for his own safety, Mouse did not ask "why" again. However, he did say, "But, boss, he's nevah gonna join us! 'E's a bloody Jell'cle!"
Macavity was one wave of his paw away from zapping Mouse out of existence right then and there. He should have never brought that numskull with him. Still, he knew he'd need someone to fight for him if he was interrupted and scrying left him too weak to fight his own battles. But he definitely should have brought someone who would keep quiet! "Mouse," he said, keeping his temper under control (because it would be quite ugly if he lost his temper), "I'd like you to try something. Go outside, and see if you can dig a large enough hole to bury yourself in. When you are done, climb inside, and I'll come out and see how you did." He was taking a small risk by sending away his impromptu body guard, but anything would be better than listening to that Mouse squeal. Besides, if anyone came who shouldn't, he would sense him long before.
With the little squealer gone, Macavity could finally go back to gazing into the crystal ball and making mental preparations. Despite what Mouse thought, there was every reason why Mistoffelees would join him and his gang of theives and ruffians. One would be surprised at how easy it would be to make him defect from the Jellicles. And once he was on Macavity's side, there would be nothing to stop the Napoleon of Crime from being at the center of all the power in the world!
A/N: I know it's short, but the next one's longer, and I'll put it up soon,I promise!