Six months later. . .

Marisella had hardly slept since they left their dumpster. She pulled her little brother behind her and he struggled to keep up. When he whimpered and tripped she let out a frustrated growl and picked him up. She carried him on her hip through the streets of London. She had waited that extra day for their parents to return but they never came.

So she decided to go out looking for them, and she knew she couldn't leave Macavity all alone so she had dragged him with her. She had been feeding and providing shelter for the little brat for all this time and cursed her parents for leaving her to raise their tomson. It began to rain, again, and she looked up at the dark night sky growling at the clouds above. With a sniffling Macavity in her arms she found shelter under a drooping cardboard box. She hated it but with no other shelter in sight and fatigue weighing her down she deposited her brother down in the driest corner and then stretched out on her side and fell unconscious.

Macavity curled up in his corner and shut his eyes. He slept through the night but Marisella slept for most of the next day. Her little brother stayed by her side for fear of the outside world and his stomach growled from hunger. He began to cry and his crying woke his sister up. She groggily lifted her head and shook her fur. She looked over at Macavity and sighed at how pathetic he was. She dragged herself out of the box and Macavity heard a zap and a squeak. His sister came back with a dead mouse and she dropped it in his lap. He looked up at her and smiled as he began to eat the food provided for him.

Later that night an orange tabby tom and his young mate, an orange tabby queen, walked arm in arm down the sidewalk.

"Lovely day at the station dear!" The queen said, nuzzling her mate.

He laughed, "Yes, and soon we'll be home where it's nice and warm my lovely Jennyanydots. I still can't believe you're my mate." He said with a twinkle in his green eye and a Scottish tone to his voice.

She playful swatted his arm, "And why would I have rejected you Mr. Skimbleshanks?" She smirked.

"Because dear, I am but a humble railway cat," he planted a kiss on her neck which earned him plenty of giggles.

"Oh you!" She said, "I'm a Gumbie cat and you don't hear me complaining." She stuck her tongue out.

The two nuzzled again and continued walking down the sidewalk. They were five blocks away from their Junkyard home when suddenly Jenny stopped dead in her tracks. Skimble stopped next to her and looked at her in confusion.

"Dear. . .Why'd you stop?"

She pointed towards a box across the street, "L-look." She whisper, her voice was shaking.

He followed her gaze and saw a little ginger kit peeking out from under a card board box. He squeaked when a pair of black paws yanked him back. Before Skimbleshanks knew what was happening Jenny was gone from his side and making a dash across the street. Luckily there was no traffic to worry about and the orange tabby was able to chase after her.

He called out to her, "Jenny! What are you doing?"

She abruptly stopped before the wilting box and carefully reached out for the flap. Skimble was sure he heard someone make a shushing sound.

Jenny carefully lifted the flap and gasped. When she lifted the flap all the way Skimble's jaw fell open in shock. In the box his mate had just opened were two kits, the tom kit terribly younger than the queen. Both were filthy and looked half starved. The queen kit hissed and crouched in front of her brother but she was so weak that her hiss turned into a cough and she dropped to her knees. She groaned and then fell to the side.

The little tom shrieked and called out her name, "Marisella!"

Jenny slowly reached out and stroked the tom kit on the head, "There there little one. We'll help you." She said gently.

The little one looked at her with his shocking yellow eyes, "But, Mari said not to truwst any cat." He said. Obviously he was just starting to learn how to speak.

Jenny cooed to him, 'It's alright little dove," she said soothingly. "I'm here to help you. My mate and I won't hurt you. We want to take you to the Junkyard." Seeing that he was still wary she tried again, 'Our home."

At the word home his face lit up and he reached out for Jenny. The young twenty year old Gumbie cat gently lifted the kitten into her arms and turned to her twenty three year old mate, "Pick her up and we'll take them to the Yard."

Skimble nodded and obeyed his mate. He was alarmed when he picked up the slender queen and found that she was too light for comfort. The two tabbies rushed back to the Junkyard and went to their den. Jenny knocked on the den next door and her sister, a tan tabby queen, poked her head out of the door.

"Oh Jenny!" She smiled sleepily, "It's late but I'm glad you're back." Suddenly she saw the look on her sister's face.

"Please hurry Jelly! I need your help." Jenny said, her voice rose in pitch.

Jelly didn't wait for an explanation and hurried after her sister. When she entered Jenny's den she gasped. "Oh Everlasting Cat! What happened to them?" She exclaimed.

Skimble was wrapping the tom up in blankets and cradling him as the little one was falling asleep. Before he completely fell asleep Skimble looked down at him, "Wait, what's your name laddie?"

"Macavity. . ." He said.

The two queen sisters and the orange tom all looked at each other.

"Macavity." They whispered.