I'm revealing in this chapter how I'm bringing all the cats together...It may sound like a bit much for one chapter, but I don't really care right now...

I still don't own CATS or POTO, but I do have a toaster.


Cursing again, Erik followed the little black blur down the hall. The noise of the cat's paw on the organ had startled him considerably, and he'd cut himself—again—on the thorns of the rose. So, of course, he wasn't pleased in the least by the noise of his blood dripping to the floor, and a new string of unhappy words flew from his lips.

Mr. Mistoffelees scurried down the hall in his adorable little way, sliding through a small door. Erik followed, shutting the door behind him with an irritating click.

The two found themselves in the torture chamber, and Erik had left the light on.

Forget poor Tugger, poor—oh, who really cares any more?


Moncharmin ran to his co-worker, who was currently sighing unhappily and resting his rather larger and not-exactly-proportional head in his hands.

"The opera ghost has been surpassed," He said, sinking into a chair. "Someone has stolen my Woolworth—or, um, I mean, uh, Meg's—pearl necklace!"

"You do know that little Meg Giry was found dead in the hallway this morning, correct?"

"Yes..Well…Er…They went missing…last night?" Moncharmin offered, sighing angrily upon Monsieur (heh, French again) Richard's glare.

"Oh, fine, they were mine…But…I was going to give them to you—Er, um, just kidding! Christine?"


Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer cackled in their odd little kitty way, running down the hall in search of a new "victim". Well, everything they selected as prey was, of course, an inanimate object, but I couldn't care less, so I'm calling them victims.

They were still laughing and running when their new victim came into sight, and their tiny little jaws dropped a centimeter or two.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer—or, if you prefer, Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie—gazed in awe at the giant chandelier before them.

Now, Munkustrap had a fantastic adventure, thanks to Tugger's new hairstyle. He laughed so hard he rolled down the hall, broke open the door to Christine's dressing room, shattered the mirror, rolled down multiple flights of stairs, flopped into Erik's boat, and stopped laughing. Of course, the latter action required lots of gasping, and he inhaled the handles of both oars. They did, however, get stuck in his little kitty throat, so as he choked and flopped some more, the oars turned in circles. When he finally got fed up with the whole idea and just pulled them out, Munkustrap found himself on Erik's doorstep. He'd worked up quite an appetite, so he walked right on in through the old kitty door that had once been used by the famous Ayesha.

He found an old door that had light streaming from behind it.

"So the light does stay on when you close the door," Munkustrap said with a smile, joining Mistoffelees and Erik and politely closing the door behind him.


Etcetera, Electra and Victoria wandered through the halls in search of their beloved Tuggy, arguing endlessly over who was the Rum Tum Tugger's favorite.

They just happened to be wandering exactly five stories below ground level, beside the lake that Munkustrap had recently crossed. A demented shriek came from across the lake, wailing about too many cats. The three kittens leapt into the air in surprise, landing with a loud splash in the lake.

Erik's own personal siren dragged them through the water, in the direction of Erik's house—or, more specifically, the torture chamber.


Like it? Hate it? Want to kill me in my sleep?

Yes, I know Erik was pretending to be a siren in his own little dress-up game, but it was easier just to do this, so there.