When Jake opened his eyes, again he had already started running, with his partner in hot pursuit. He glanced back at Chance and saw him nod. They were going to try to get the machine away from Agatha. They made it outside and saw Agatha waiting for them.

"Ah, Jake and Chance, looks like I couldn't keep you troublesome pests apart forever." She laughed.

Both cats were confused. Then out came Feral and Roxy. Their eyes widened with terror as they gazed upon the old cat. She was only old in her face. Her body was well kept and strong. She had a whip in her paw and looked like she was buffer than an Olympic cat-alete. Her red eyes were matched by her red jumpsuit.

"Ah, look, even your parents have found a way to get back together." She snarled at them. "Roxanne Clawson and her husband Ulysses Feral Furlong, I was wondering why you didn't come after your wife and children when I had taken them. Was it perhaps that you were to afraid, little kitten?" Her tone was as sickly sweet as an old cat lady's perfume. Both the kittens flinched at their old names. Feral himself looked down and seemed ready to cry as if he really was five again.

"He didn't know."