a cat with more ego and a cat who cherised bagpipies. yup i think that i have gone insane. while writing this i got really mad at the radio that i was broadcasting off of my laptop and so now i am listening to crappy love songs...like this strange song that goes 'alice? alice? who the f*&^ is alice?' and i love it. i guess i am strange today.i like this story, and remeber that if you want to be part of the action just leave me a review stating that you want to. you cant just say that you like this story and think that you will be part of it. i need you to say that you will. so you all know, adriana427 (nana, the cat) is to be loved lots, and that devon, who is in this chapter, is her boyfriend. they bicker with eachother like a married couple. well, G'night.

Kelsey woke up to her usual being, and thought about how today was going to play out. The trial couldn't be hard, she was a very beautiful cat, emphasis on was. When she was a young kitten her owners had put her in various cat shows, hoping to win, because that is what they wanted to do. They told her that she was beautiful and that they loved her so much, and that love was proven when she was kicked out of the house after reaching queen hood. But according to Kelsey she was still the most beautiful cat out there.

After being left out in the town that they had lived in, Kelsey knew just as well as the next cat that she wouldn't survive long alone, so she decided to make an alliance with a cat by the name of Macavity. This Macavity fellow was rather beautiful in his own special way, his hair was wild and he was rather untamed all over, but he was still the one she loved. He told her how much he loved her and then he left one day for somewhere and did return, with a few of his Hench cats and a few more captives. One of them was going to be her enemy but she didn't know this yet.

As Macavity's preferred lover, she was living a very good life, deciding most things for Mac when he couldn't do it himself, and knowing that they both had the same preferences for lesser people, things between them were not tense at all. Then one day, his mind had changed and Kelsey was put into the cell that his new lover had been in. this queen's name was Demeter. The only good bye she got from Macavity was a scar that was now twisted and puckered and ran from her cheek, down her side, and stopped right above her leg bone on her left side.

This did not bother Kelsey, as she thought that she had seen what the world had to offer and took it with a grimace, and even after the dethroning of herself, she still thought that she was beautiful. After escaping with the bad apples, her coat became so matted with leaves, dead grasses, and blood that it could never return to its most beautiful calico, but once again she still thought she was beautiful. But if you told her the truth about how ugly she looked and acted, she would just look at you funny and maybe slap you before going on stating how beautiful she was.

Being the brave and stupid cat she was, Kelsey escorted herself to the tire in the middle of the junkyard, I mean how hard could it be to find? After half an hour of searching she had finally found it. Sitting on the dusty ground thinking about how it would wreck her coat, though it was already wrecked, and noticed some of the cats in the audience. One of them was that Demeter, and after seeing her they both had identical looks on their faces, ones of dislike. That Demeter trash then slithered her sleek little gold and black body over to where the silver tabby was, and whispered in his ear. After a few minutes, someone in the crowd let them know that whispering was rude.

The questions were stupid, and pointless as it happened that there were more important things to discuss other than her hate for most of the cats at the audience, and how her coat was looking beautiful as it did every day.

"Can you sing?" asked a younger looking cat, an all-white one.

"Yes I can sing;

Today I don't feel like doing anything, I just want to lie in my bed-"and Kelsey was stopped. Half of the audience had their ears clamped for dear life. Thinking that this questioning was a waste of time, so she just got up, dusted down, and walked out of the junkyard, never to return because they thought that she wasn't all that she thought that she was. The rest of the bad apples didn't see her for the rest of their lives.

(A new line break lives here…do you have a problem with that?)

The family of the magical Mr. Mistoffelees was very busy with the growing up of their kittens, and sometimes Adriana had to just escape all the mushy gushy love and such. The kids loved her dearly, but sometimes she just needed a walk. Walking down the pile of trash that surrounded their secluded home, and a large one at that, she then was going to do a lap or two around the junkyard to cool her head and her hormones.

During this lap around the junkyard, she had seen many of the different cats that inhabited the place long before she had, and Tugger had tried to flirt with her though Bombalurina stood not that far away. Nana ran away from situations like that, because it was said that Bombalurina had a very strong, passionate character, as well as one that could kick your (insert) to the moon and back. To know someone that strong was a good thing, but if she was interested in the Tugger, and the Tugger was going to flirt with you then you just should run far away.

On the opposite side of the junkyard, it was very quiet because this is where the other kittens lived with Jennyanydots and Jellylorum. When Skimble isn't on the train he comes to this wing as well as Gus and they both tell the kits stories that make their faces light up and then they play wild games afterwards. It was supposed to be totally quiet, except for a small weeping noise that came from a pile of garbage that was trembling.

"Hello?" Nana asked cautiously, because this trick was known to be played by the stupid Hench cats that Macavity kept. The weeping just continued. Being extremely stupid, she pushed the crumpled papers and other various trashed objects to the rest of the mounds and saw a full grown tom, probably a few years older than herself.

"Go away." The tom groaned as he continued crying. His coat was beautiful, almost like hers except for the fact that he was more coloured and it was still rather clean. Her white coat had turned a shade of off white because she didn't really care about keeping it clean, as long as it was still there.

The motherly instinct in her decided to help this full grown tom. "Well, can you tell me at least why you are here and what your name is?" the cat turned around, his eyes were bright but tinged red from the tears he was shedding.

"My name I think is Devon, unless she took that with her too, and I am here because my beloved mate just walked out on me and took my bagpipes as well as many of my other cherished objects."

"Well, I guess you can come stay the night here if you like. Do you have any owners?" Devon shook his head no.

"Oh," Nana said before thinking if Munkustrap wasn't busy right now. "Well, can you come with me? I think I know of a cat that can help you." Devon got up after brushing down some of the stray hairs in his eyes. He didn't speak much, but Nana loved him. She could do all the talking for him, like in that one human movie that she actually went to go see illegally in New York, that Disney one called UP.

Munkustrap was indeed busy, but not busy with tribal matters, but with his mate Demeter. They were just seconds before something that no kitten should ever see, and Adriana politely knocked on the door to present Devon and asked if he could stay. The answer was gladly yes, and they would make sure that he was worth tomorrow.

"Well, your home is here for now, in this crate here. 'night." She said with a small tinge of disappointment before turning around to find her way home when his beautiful voice spoke.

"If you like, I will let you share the den with me. I guess you wouldn't have come out to the deserted part of the junkyard if there wasn't some reason. You don't have a mate that I would be making upset, would you?" Adriana shook her head to signal a no. then she told him to wait twenty seconds, as she had to go and tell Mistoffelees and Victoria that she was going to stay the night to make sure that this cat was okay.

"I'm back, missed me?" she asked rather cockily as she walked in. Devon was lying there partially asleep.

"I might have, but I was a little more tired waiting for you. Sleep well."

In the middle of the night, Nana started to get cold though her thick coat could have kept her warm. It was late at night and the temperatures in London dropped dramatically at night, no matter the season. That is why, she quickly learned, that all the cats tried to squeeze into the same den to preserve warmth during the winter months. Almost as if he could sense it, Devon wiggled over to where she laid and wrapped his paws around her to help her stay warm. Such a sign of devotion, and her heart started to sing and dance. Was this love?

(Oooh, a cliff hanger and then a line break…I'm good at this sort of stuff.)

The next day, while Devon was getting his questioning, Bombalurina and Demeter were talking with each other.

"Dem, are you really sure that you are knocked up?"

"Yeah, Bomba, and don't act so surprised. You and Tugger have been at it for a very long time and I don't think that you are having kittens anytime soon." Bomba stuck her tongue out at her sister. She might be right, but she was older and so by extent wiser. And an excellent person to have when you needed to change subjects.

"Did you see that strange cat Adriana was hanging out with yesterday, and this morning? I heard his name was Devon and that she spent the night in his makeshift den. Could they be?" Demeter shook her head.

"They couldn't be. They just met, and unless there is something important about bagpipes to her, then there is no way in Heaviside that they are."

"I just thought because they hit it off so well last night that they just might be courting. But I have even greater gossip. Did you know that there is a rumour going around that Tugger is actually going to choose a mate?" Bombalurina suddenly got more giddy and bouncy as she said this. Demeter was about to stick her head in the nearest pile of trash.

"Last time that rumour went around, it was just something that the fan kittens said loudly during one of their powwows. You know how they are."

"But the great news is that last night, after Tugger flirted with the bit Nana, he then asked me to be his mate. Take that my dear younger sister! I have a mate, and I am happy."

"And how did you manage knowing that you just couldn't go and make all the toms swoon anymore?" Demeter said sarcastically and got a friendly punch from her sister. Little did they know that Tugger and Alonzo, one of Tugger's friends, were listening in on this eccentric conversation?

A few months had passed until they met another new cat in their junkyard, but everyone and everything was changing. The junkyard was becoming more and more developed as more kittens were born. Leigh-Ann and the twins became great friends, and John had learned more about magic and was getting into better control. At least they were all having fun while doing it, or it wouldn't be worth it in the least.