Warning: the pronoun game is strong with this one.

Kitten-sitting For The Hungry

For amethyst-labyrinth

Mistoffelees sighed tiredly as he looked around the den. He raised his voice in an attempt to silence the many kittens that filled the room. It didn't work, obviously, so he took more serious action. He made a weird gesture with his paw, and a couple of sparkles later, the kittens were silent.

"Okay, kits," he started, "Misto will have to go for a while, but don't worry: I'll be back in a second."

Mistoffelees had been charged with the task of looking after Victoria and Plato's first load of kittens; not two, not three, but five of them.

Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him. "I'm sorry, lad, I'm a little late, I know, but I saw this delightful entrecote on the way and… Oh." Bustopher Jones went silent when he saw the kittens.

"Uncle Bustopher," Mistoffelees greeted the round cat, "Thanks for stopping by. Look, I have to go buy milk for the kits, could you watch them for just a sec?"

Bustopher looked at the small heads one by one. "Well, I suppose I could… For how long exactly?"

"Only a couple of minutes. Please, uncle?"

"Okay, but… I'm really hungry, could you just quickly summon up a… stuffed turkey, or something?"

"Sorry, uncle, but that's not exactly how my magic works." Bustopher gave a small groan. "Don't worry," Misto assured him, "I'll bring back a turkey sandwich from the market or something. Okay?"

Bustopher sighed with a look at the kittens that were already grouping up at his feet. "Alright then. But hurry!"

"I will!" Misto rushed to the door. "Oh, and before I go, make sure they don't touch the cupcakes!" he said, pointing at a table before leaving Jones alone with the kits.

Bustopher inspected the table Misto had pointed at. There was a plate with ten beautiful cupcakes under a glass dome. He groaned. This was just torture.

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Misto whistled joyfully as he approached the den. He had enough milk to feed the little ones for a week, and an extra-large turkey sandwich to reward his uncle. He entered the den and… his heart skipped a beat.

Bustopher was standing in front of the table with panic in his eyes. And the kittens… just like Macavity, they weren't there.

"Where are they?!" Misto screamed in panic.

"I… I… I'm sorry!" Bustopher shouted out. "I… I was so hungry, I… I just couldn't resist!"

"What are you talking about?"

"They… They looked so delicious, so I… I took just one… And one became two… And before I knew… They were all gone!"

Misto's mouth fell open. Did he do what he thought he did? "You… You ate them?"

"… Yes! I'm so sorry Misto!"

"You're sorry?"

"Yes! I was supposed to make sure nobody touched them, and… I was so hungry, Misto!"

"Yes, but… I mean… You…" Misto was too shocked to say more.

"And while I was eating, the kittens ran away as well…"

"… Wait… The kittens?"

"Yes, I had to watch them, but while I was eating the cupcakes… I'm sorry Misto!"

"Cupcakes?" Everything slowly became clear to Mistoffelees. "Wait… You don't eat kittens?!"

"What? Of course not!"

Misto sighed in relief. "Thank the Everlasting Cat!" He looked around. "Still, there's the fact that the kits are missing… and you ate the cupcakes."

"And I said I was sorry."

"Luckily, I have an idea!" Misto optimistically said. "I know how we are going to get them back!"

"How?"

"We lure them with the pie I kept in the fridge and then…"

"I ate the pie as well."

"What? Uh… Okay then. Oh, I know! We use the milk I just bought at the…"

"I drank the milk."

"Huh? When?"

"While you were looking at the fridge just now. Oh, and the turkey sandwich is gone as well."

"… Actually, I'm not even mad. That's amazing. So… Is there anything you haven't eaten?"

"…"

"Well?"

"Let's just go look for them. I mean, they can't have gotten out of the Junkyard."

"You really amaze me at times, uncle."

The End