Macavity raised his paw to slap me across the cheek. I dodged it at the last moment, catching his wrist in my paw. Ducking under his arm, I pinned it against his back, and used my other free paw to grab his mane.

"I can fight just as well, or better, than any tom." I said in his ear. Macavity responded by reverse-kicking me in the stomach, forcing me to let go of the hold I had on him. I smiled. He had decided to spar with me. If he had actually wanted a fight, his kick would have probably been a lot harder than it had been. As it was, the force was only enough to knock me back and wind me a little. We circled the desk, always keeping opposite one another. After about five minutes, Macavity became bored of just circling, and charged me the same way Zaber had one month ago. And I defended myself the same way I had one month ago. I grabbed Macavity by the shoulders, rolled onto my back, and sent him sailing over my head with a kick to the stomach. Only, he landed on his feet. It was my turn to charge, so I came in low and fast. But when I was close enough to attack, I lept over him to get to his unprotected back. Macavity anticipated this, which surprised me. He caught me in mid-air and threw me to the ground. I landed on my back, and Macavity was quick to pin me. This was the first time I was able to look into his eyes since we started, and I could tell he was having as much fun as I was. With a simple maneuver, I had him pinned on his back, my left paw lightly pressing against his throat.

"Not bad." he said. "Not bad at all."

"I told you I can fight. Certainly better than any of your cronies." I laughed. We continued just flipping each other onto our backs, until it became obvious that pinning wouldn't work. He shoved me back, and I hit the desk. The force of the impact caused my left shoulder left shoulder to dislocate. Standing up, I popped it back into place with painless ease. During other fights, I had dislocated almost every joint in my body, with the exceptions being those in my fingers, back and tail. Even some of those joint I could dislocate, although it was tougher to put them back. I ducked under a punch aimed for my jaw, then dodged an upper-cut aimed for my stomach. This is the way I fight; I simply wear my opponent out, then go in for the kill. I continued to dance, if you could call it a dance, around Macavity's strikes, keeping my paws behind my back mockingly. After years of fighting, I had learned the hard way that keeping my movements to a minimum not only mocked my opponent's fighting skills, but conserved my energy. So, I only put about a centimeter between his fist and whatever part of me he was trying to hit.

"C'mon, Macavity, can't you hit me? Especially seeing as how I'm a queen, and we don't fight." I asked mockingly, tilting my head slightly.

"Ha ha. Very funny." he replied very sarcastically. I rolled my eyes before jumping over a low wheel-kick, which was supposed to trip me. We continued like this for a few hours, and I was astounded at his stamina. A sudden knock on the door stopped us both dead in our tracks, and a small cat popped his head in. From his build and coloring, he was obviously one of Macavity's spies. Macavity was halfway through executing a kidney punch, and I was preparing to tackle him. We were both breathing heavily as we glared at the intruder. The hostility in the room grew so intense that the spy drew his head out the door, muttering a quiet and embarrassed "Sorry" before closing the door. As much as I would have loved continuing, the cat had ruined the mood. I threw my hands up in exasperation.

"Idiot." after a moments pause, I looked over to Macavity. "You really do need to get a 'Do Not Disturb' sign for that door. That cat completely spoiled everything." I smiled as Macavity tilted his head sideways, as if considering my comment.

"You've proven your point. I'll make an exception for you, and you can fight." Then he went and sat down at his desk and used the PA unit to call the cat back in. I leaned against the back wall, looking as angry as I could when the spy entered. My constant glaring made him uneasy, and I took great pleasure in the way he had to stammer through the report.

"S-s-sir, th-the P-p-pollicles have suc-successfully f-f-finished their attack." he cast a nervous glance at me, and my glare intensified. "Th-they h-have th-the k-k-k-kitten, and d-de-delivered h-her h-h-here."

"Bring her in." Macavity said. The cat, whom I successfully scared to death, scampered out of the room. He returned a moment later with a kicking and screaming bag. I immediately recognized Jemima's voice, and cursed my luck. It would be hard enough to keep myself out of trouble, but now I had to retain my vicious reputation while protecting her. And most likely, Jemima would let some information slip. As far as kittens went, she was really smart, but she was still a kitten. And if anything bad happened to her, Munkustrap would kill me. Sure enough, Jemima came spilling out of the sack, and the spy hastily left. When she noticed me in the background, her eyes grew wide. I put a finger to my lips, to tell her to be quiet.

"Ah, my little niece. Welcome." Macavity said, almost invitingly. Jemima shivered at the sound of his voice, and backed up to the door.

"Aww, Macavity, why kitnap kittens? It's always so much more fun to break their spirits when they're young adults." I feigned ignorance to her identity. "Unless she's a hostage." The only response to this was a nod from Macavity. "Oh! I remember her now... she's the daughter of the stressed-out prissy. Wasn't his name Monkey-strudel?" I paced menacingly around Jemima, keeping my eyes steely and cold. I would extend and retract my claws every now and again, making it look like I wanted to kill her. "But what would you need a hostage for?" I was genuinely curious.

"Munkustrap, along with the other toms, will come looking for her, leaving the Junkyard defenseless. They'll walk right into a trap. In short, everybody dies."

"Just like that? Your not going to play with Munkustrap's conscious, torture him to death, none of that fun stuff?"

"Oh, there will be a lot of that, don't worry. I've been planning their deaths for years."

"I noticed." I waved my hand around, indicating the murals.

"But for now, consider her as a pet. And, I don't want her harmed. I can make Munkustrap do anything I want, so long as her health is guaranteed."

A/N: Roman, I left you an anonymous review for chapter 5 of the OC songs, with my email address in the heading. And thanks for updating your stories!

Happy Turkey Day (Thanksgiving) to all, and I hope you eat so much food that you feel sick (that's meant in a good way).