RaDianTFreezez: Yep, he probably would.

CSIalchemist: You really didn't miss much. Sam was telling him about how they got that statue.

DanPhantomsApprentice: He's your muse, too? And you'd better do what he says. Dan's already pissed at me for making this story.

Dan Muse: What are you doing? You're not writing another chapter, are you?

Me: No, of course not!

greekghostgirl: Clockwork did see that. He already knew about it and laughed his head off when it happened. And yes, Danny, you had better beware.

Oak Leaf Ninja: My kitties like the laser, too! As a matter of fact, "Derrick and Raven" are based on my kitties, Bailey and Mini. Mini's the evil one.

Dan lifted his head and smelled the air. He saw Sam stare out into the hallway doing the same, but he paid no attention to her. He was more interested in the delightful scent in the air that was making his mouth water. Funny, though. Dan could have sworn he knew this smell from somewhere, he just couldn't put his paw on it. No longer able to help himself, he dashed into the kitchen with Sam close behind his heels. When they came closer, the woman inside smiled down upon them.

"Aw!" Maddie cooed, "Are you two hungry?"

Not waiting for an answer, she put two bowls down on the floor filled with the delicious smelling stuff. Tuna! That was the smell! It was tuna! He shoved his face into the bowl, feeling a little resentment about having to resort himself to this just so he could eat, but the delicious food stuffs in his mouth quickly helped him forget about it.

Sam, however, wasn't as eager to join him. She stared sadly into her bowl, the pleasant aroma tempting her to give in, but she wouldn't allow it. She may be a cat, but she still had standards.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Fenton asked, frowning, "Aren't you hungry, Raven?"

She nudged the food bowl closer to the cat with her foot, but still, Sam wouldn't eat. She turned away hungry, but still the scent lingered in her nostrils, making her stomach growl. Luckily, Danny realized what was going on.

"Maybe," he suggested, "She's a vegetarian?"

"Cats aren't vegetarians," his mother said, frowning, "It's impossible."

"We could try, though. Right?" he asked.

Without waiting for an answer, Danny went for the carrots and celery and ran them through the food processor. His mother looked on in amusement as Sam started purring at the thought of not having to feel guilty as she ate. Dan certainly didn't feel any guilt as he finished his bowl and moved on to hers. Sam gave him a glare as he wolfed down her untouched food.

"What?" he protested, glaring back, "You're not going to eat this."

"You pig," she muttered.

Without even responding, Dan went back to eating Sam's snack. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long for her meal.

"Here you go, S-, I mean, Raven," Danny said, putting her vegetarian dish down.

The female went towards it before sniffing the offering. It wasn't as nice as the tuna, but at least no fish would have to be murdered on her account. She ate her meal, noting that veggies didn't taste as nice as they used to when she was human.

"Well, I'll be darned," Mrs. Fenton replied, watching her, "You were right, Danny. That cat is a vegetarian."

Her son shrugged as she continued to watch the black cat with interest. She glanced over to Derrick and noticed he was finished with his bowl and half-way through Raven's old one.

"Derrick," she scolded gently, stooping down to pick up the bowls, "You greedy thing. No."

"Mreow," the tom protested as she took away his heaven, "Mreow!"

"No, sweetie, no," Maddie continued chiding to the pleading cat, "It's not yours. I don't want you to get fat, now."

"Oh, come on!" Dan pleaded, standing on his hind legs, "She's not even going to eat it!"

He extended his forepaws, trying in vain to reach the food, but his mother had already thrown it in the garbage. With a growl, he got back down on all fours, glaring at Danny as the teen held on to the counter to keep from falling over in his laughter.

"Now, now, Derrick," his mother continued scolding, "Behave. Why don't you go play in the living-room?"

Reluctantly taking the hint, Dan walked towards his spot underneath the couch, ignoring Sam's chortling in her bowl. As he curled up, the ghost-cat mentally kicked himself. What the hell did he just do back there? He just went and made a fool of himself and for what? An extra bowl of tuna? Dammit, he didn't even like tuna in the first place, now he's losing his shit over it?

Swishing his tail madly, Dan glared at the golden idol responsible for this. Sam had told him Vlad had the statue when the twerps found it. What did the frootloop want with it, turn himself into a cat? While it would Vlad being a cat would be a great improvement, Dan didn't think the cheesehead wanted the statue for that purpose.

"What did he want with it, that's what I'd like to know," he said to himself.

"You mean Vlad?" Sam replied next to him, making the tom bang his head on the underside of the sofa.

"Dammit!" he hissed, "Don't do that!"

"Sorry," she said, not sounding the least bit sorry, "And your guess about Vlad's use for it is as good as mine."

"Where'd It come from," he asked, "You know?"

"Nope," she responded, "A bunch of rock things were chasing us when we bumped into Vlad. Where'd he'd been, I've no clue. Tucker thought he looked like he was in a hurry to leave, and now I see why."

"Still doesn't explain why he wanted it," Dan remarked.

"Danny!" Jazz yelled, leaning over the stair banister, "Danny! Tucker! Mrs. Manson called! She wants Sam back home!"

"Aw, shit," Sam cursed, "I completely forgot about them."

"Aw, shit," Tucker cursed on the sofa, "I completely forgot about them!"

"What are we going to do?" Danny groaned, "I can't tell them Sam's a cat! They hate me enough as it is!"

"Mew," Sam replied, sticking her head out from her hiding spot.

"We are so screwed," Tucker replied.

"Mew," the black cat came out from the couch.

"Well," Jazz said, pacing the room, "We can't just stand here and talk about it! We have to do something!"

"But what?" Tucker asked.

"Mew!" the cat responded, jumping up into Tucker's lap.

Confused, everyone stared at Sam as she purred and rubbed the geek's arm before placing a paw on his chest.

"Mew."

"Wait a second," Jazz said, "I think I understand what she's saying. Tucker, you're going to have to take her place."

"What?" the boy cried out, jumping out of his seat and ignoring Sam as she slid off, "Are you crazy? I'm not parading around as Sam again!"

"But, Tucker, Danny and I have to- Wait, again?"

"Long story," her brother intervened, "Let's just say Circus Gothica isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"Okay," the red-head responded, slowly, "Anyways, Danny and I have to go look for Vlad and get him to tell us what's going on with that cat! We can't take Sam's place! And besides, your parents are out of town all week! They'll never know!"

"Oh," the teen responded, sarcastically, "And Sam's parents won't, either?"

"Just pretend to be sick," Danny suggested, "Stay upstairs all day and lock the door. No one will know!"

Before he could protest, Jazz took Tucker by the arm and dragged him upstairs.

"Come on," she said, "I think Sam left a change of clothes around here somewhere."

"This is so wrong," Tucker lamented, helplessly.

Danny followed his sister and friend up the stairs as Sam watched. Dan returned his glare to the statue as she joined him again under the couch.

"You're still here?" he remarked, sarcastically.

"Well," she replied, "What else am I going to do? Stuff my face with tuna?"

"Shut it," he growled, flattening his ears.

"Anyways," she sighed, "About Vlad, do you think the statue's just another world domination plan of his?"

"As crazy as that cheese-head may be," Dan replied, "I've got to think this is way too crazy for him. What would his plan be? Turn everybody into cats?"

"That does sound rather stupid," Sam admitted.

"It is stupid," he replied.

She glared at the spook as she growled at him and returned the favor.

"Well," he replied, arrogantly, "It is."

Before an all-out catfight could start, Jack had come bursting through the front door with a heap of bags in his hand.

"Hey, Maddie!" he cried ,"I'm back from the pet store!"

"Oh, here," she replied, helping him with the bags, "Just put them on the table. I'll take care of them."

Raven and Derrick peeked their heads out from under the furniture, watching with curiosity.

"Aw, how cute!" Maddie chuckled, gleefully, "They're cuddling with each other!"

Quick as a wink, Derrick and Raven bolted out of their spots and ran to the opposite sides of the room, furiously cleaning themselves.

"Oops," she cooed, "I embarrassed them."

"I'll say," the tom muttered, rapidly licking his left front leg.

"Here's something you two will enjoy!" his father replied, taking out a box from one of the bags, "I got you two a mousie!"

Both cats looked stupefied at the large man as he opened the box and extracted a yellow-battery operated mouse. When he had switched on the toy and placed on the ground, he chuckled as the cats watched with wide eyes as their new plaything sped around the room.

"No," Dan muttered, mesmerized by the toy, "No. Come on, Dan. You can do this. You can hold back. Don't chase after it. Don't chase after it. Don't chase after it."

"It's just a mouse," Sam muttered, staring at the object, "It's just a mouse. It's just a mouse. Don't lose your shit over a mouse."

When the mouse sped past her, she abandoned all hope of holding back as she chased after it. Dan cursed to himself as his legs disobeyed his mind.

"They love it!" Jack chortled, watching the cats dance around the room with the toy.

Both adults laughed as Raven and Derrick chased after the mouse, batting and swatting it as it got closer to them. The laughs grew louder as Derrick crouched down to pounce on his prey, only to land on the ground as the toy decided to change course. Raven had managed to trap it in a corner, but as she raised her paw to smack it, she inadvertently left enough room for the mouse to escape, continuing the chase.

"Come on," Maddie finally gasped, as tears ran down her eyes, "Let's unpack all this."

"You want me to turn it off?" her husband asked, steadying himself on the arm of the sofa.

"Yes, dammit!" Dan panted, speeding after his prey, "Turn the damned thing off!"

"Naw," his mother responded, "Let them play."

"I hate your parents," Sam said, trying to smack at the toy as it sped away.

"Join the club," he remarked, landing on the ground again as his pounce failed to end the torment.

His parents went to the kitchen just as Danny, Jazz, and an embarrassed Tucker came downstairs and laughed as they saw the cats play with their new toy.

"Great," Dan thought to himself, as his paw missed the mouse again, "Tucker's wearing a wig, a mini-skirt, a pair of tights, and purple lipstick, and yet I'm the one that looks like an idiot."

Dan Muse: Hey! You are writing another chapter!

Me: Gotta go!