So I guess this took a while to write, due to the excess of school work I am getting. Exams are tomorrow and that sounds so fun, doesn't it? Yeah, I know. So I guess I should point out that Macavity's daughter is my littlest sister Catherine, though in another chapter I accidentally call her Meredith. The beginning is rather dry, I noticed, and so you know I had to set it up so that someone dies. Pity, pity. She didn't want to be in the story anymore and sounded serious, but she still will be lovely and dead.

While Joseph was getting tried to make sure that he was worth the trouble in the junkyard, Marybeth had contracted some disease that was causing some of the strangest reactions and was spreading to the other cats. Firstly, she to constantly go bathroom, no matter what time it was, she had to. And then her time there would be wasted, due to the fact she was constipated. Secondly, her mouth was always dry and so she wanted to drink lots of water, but it couldn't exit her body. Finally, it caused her to seem crazy to the others, seeing things and stating weird statements.

Jennyanydots thought that this was just a common cold, but her guess was completely wrong. This disease was known as CCM and very contagious, as well as possibly fatal if you don't approach it soon enough. Marybeth knew better than to go out while feeling sick, but that didn't stop the cats from coming in her den to see her. Her most regular visitor was Megan, because she was training to help Jenny. Eventually she caught the sickness, and sadly, Jenny thought most sincerely that Megan would not be one for coming out of this sickness, that it would take her life.

"Megan, dear, I don't think that you are going to survive this illness." She had said. She had said it, but that didn't stop Megan.

"What do you mean that I would live? I am still a kitten at heart, and I have seen horrible things. The most definite things that would make your ears cringe. I don't f%$#*&^ survive this then what? Will you miss me?" Megan's rant then faded into the background as she tried to get up from her bed; though that was the biggest fail due to the fact she was growing weaker and weaker.

While she was battling this disease, somewhere off in another part of the junkyard that was not quarantined with the sickness, as it very contagious for some cats and their particular personality, Josh and John were having some brotherly time together as their parents sat in on a very important tribal meeting. They could have gone and played truth or dare, or would you rather with the others, but they weren't feeling like it.

"John, you okay? You seem a little…off." Josh pointed out. Ever since Megan was terminally sick, he had lost his pounce, and his spark. The magic he did wasn't as fulfilling to the other kittens, and most of the time they were just lucky to see some blue sparks.

"I think I am okay physically, just probably not physiologically." Josh didn't know what that big word meant, seeing that his parents loved him but he didn't like to learn things. Especially math.

"Is it about-"A low grunt stopped Josh from finishing that sentence.

"Yes, it is. I think I might actually love her, though I am not at all sure."

"Can you tell me who it is then? I don't think that we are on the same page. I was talking about how your magic wasn't working and how it might be linked to your brain." John came very close to slapping Josh for the sake of stupidity. Almost in a whisper, John told Josh who he was worrying about.

"Oh, so that's who the queens have been gossiping about…Well, are you going to fix her? I am sure that-"once again, Josh had endangered his pretty face by almost saying the name out. John had stated that he wanted to keep his love a secret unless she had died in a freak incident or something. Or maybe just from a sickness.

Macavity was royally upset, for two reasons. Firstly, he had just realized that his hench cats were the stupidest things to ever walk the earth, and secondly he had run out of ideas to kidnap Demeter back to him. He had gone through most of the alphabet, from plan A to plan Y and was yet to think of plan Z.

After he decided to send them on a mission to go and spy on the clubs that most jellicles frequented, and the junkyard, but instead of following some of the orders, they just stood around watching the streets and getting stuck inside of the pound. He had decided that he just wanted to leave them to rot in the cages until he needed them again, due to their increasing stupidity and his lack of caring. After he had asked his smart daughter Catherine to go and spy on the junkyard, all she ever talked about afterwards was that handsome tom that had a mane and a sparkly belt that he often used to put his hands and practice his hip thrusts.

"Oh daddy, he is so handsome and lovely, can I please go and stalk him some more?" She would beg on a regular basis. Macavity was sickened at the thought of his daughter liking his egotistical brother. He had thought about setting her up to get caught and cared for by those pitiful humans, but instead he needed a partner in crime.

After planning very carefully his new scheme to kidnap Demeter, he was walking up to his sleeping daughter to scare the living crack out of her. He thought that he had planned the best plot yet, sneaking in during nap time or while they all were busy and distract Munkustrap with his daughter trying to do something stupid, and that would be his chance. Just one little detail to iron out before he left to go and steal Demeter; how he was going to wake Catherine up.

"Boo!" He yelled as Cat shot a few feet in the air. He laughed rather loudly, before she came and jumped on her back.

"If you don't get off you can't go and stalk that lovely cat that you are so fond of. Let's go." Of course, before you think of the word incest and go far away from this story, he was planning to tell his daughter that Tugger was his brother and that he was already mated. He had received their 'we pity you because you can't come to our mating party' card and it was sickening. If he had listened to the gossip correctly they might be expecting, but he couldn't be entirely sure.

"Fine, fine. Lead on!" she yelled as they exited the very quiet warehouse off on their quest.

(Let's be logical and think of this as the good thing. Line breaks are made for a reason and I am just that)

Somewhere off, busy being awesome, Adriana was being bugged by her dearest tom friend Pounce. He was mated to one of the other queens that he grew up with, but he was also the closest thing that she had to a friend and so they spent time together when Jemima was somewhere with her other little queen friends. Now that Adriana was single, she needed all the company she could get.

"Nana, you've changed, and I don't think that it's for the good." Pounce observed that evening, as they lounged against some pieces of trash that made rather good relaxing chairs.

"Really? I think that I am just fine being a single little speck on the history of the tribe. To be honest, I really did like what-ever-his name was, but he was just being too…too something that I don't like."

"I figured so. When something is wrong with Jemima I usually get her some catnip and tell her to go out on the town, to one of the safe spots in town where Bustopher Jones frequents. I did have some catnip for you, but it went missing."

"Then you might want to go and check Tugger, he has been acting a little different lately." Nana didn't like to talk about herself. Instead she wanted to go back to the den and then to sleep. Devon may have left, and she was feeling the effects of having to split, but that didn't say that she couldn't be a bum.

So as you might have guessed, Macavity and Catherine were now at the junkyard and planning on where they were going to attack. They had figured out the putting Catherine by Tugger's den, that might attract Munk because it will cause issues, but Demeter was still missing. Macavity was running on a limb though, and decided that he would run throughout the junkyard, screaming. And so he did.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! MACAVITY'S IN THE JUNKYARD!" he yelled, and surprisingly enough the cats all rushed out to find him. How stupid were they, as they passed him. Finally, he found Demeter.

"Look what the pollicle dragged in." she said, rather p!&$%d off. She was cradling her kittens.

"Firstly, I came here to grab you so that I can challenge someone to chess because Catherine doesn't know how to play. Now get your arse over here and put down those kittens."

"No."

"Do it and I will give you cookies?" He said, with his fingers crossed behind his back.

"No."

"I will brush my hair."

"I will clean the toilet in the warehouse."

"I will leave the junkyard alone."

After receiving a firm 'no' for all of his promises, he finally gave up. Catherine was having too much fun hanging out with her uncle, after stealing his belt; it was rather easy to keep the attention on her. How the rest of their scheme played out, we will never know, as it was something that Munk had caught onto and did stop eventually, after watching Tugger shriek in agony. Once outside of the junkyard, Macavity told Cat that Tugger was her uncle. She slapped him.

(I'm a little line break, short and fat. I like beach balls.)

As you might think by now, Megan is a goner. This is all truth, but sooner or later she did die, just not yet. Her friend, her closest friend ever, Marybeth, came in to visit her before her death.

"Do you want me to tell anyone anything?" Marybeth asked.

"Yes. Make sure you tell him that I think I might love him. I think I might."

"Who is that?" Megan was slowly going crazy, she was sure of it. Her fur had changed a slight color, so that it was less purple. The die was wearing off, finally. The normal fur that was left was beautifully coloured, with different shades of brown and blonde.

"Tell John that I think I might love him. I just might. I just might…." And Megan was taken off to the Heaviside layer rather prematurely. After her death, none of the cats in the junkyard had seen John lately, because he was locked up in his room because he had liked Megan too, and after learning that she liked him back, well it just hurt him because he could have helped cure her. He could have done so many things, that he was thinking about just running off like Devon.

Whatever told him to not run off though was something great. His parents told him that if he ran off that Macavity would come and take him and possibly kill him, and they didn't want him to go. Sitting in his room that he usually shared with Josh, he thought about these things. How come he could live, but the ones he loved die? Maybe he was just never meant to love, maybe just to be a special tom. Josh had more luck with the queens, especially that Leigh Ann one. She was beautiful.

Somewhere else, Joseph was sitting alone too, thinking about the first day of on the junkyard scene, being special and accepted into they're exceeding community. How much pride he took in this fact was amazing. But, though he felt like he fit in, he still was strange. Sure he was rather naïve and altogether quite perky, but he wasn't as bad as he could have gotten. His sister was much worse, and was enlisted as a suicide prevention cat for the humans. Maybe he could go and do that, seeing that fitting into the junkyard was harder than he thought.

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The next day, after the entire junkyard learned that Megan had died, started planning her funeral. She wasn't as important in the history of the junkyard, but she was one of their cats and therefore someone who deserved to be honoured and not just cast aside, though she was dead. Adriana had started planning the music and all of the dancers for the jellicle ball because Munkustrap was busy. As Adriana wrote the songs and watch all these dancers perform, she had a thought that maybe she would need a mate. Maybe someday.

Planning the ball wasn't as easy as you might have thought; it takes much consideration and a whole lot of patience, as most of the cats will still be harnessing the power of the arts during the ball. She had narrowed out the couple doing the mating dance was going to be Leigh Ann and Josh. If she could only ask them without sounding strange. If they didn't work out she would ask Tugger and Bombalurina if they could. Life was busy and she was caught in the middle of it, all alone with no shoulders to cry on and limited days until the ball.