Zak opened his eyes at dusk to find another cat face staring at him.

"Ahh!" Zak jumped back, puffed up.

This, in turn, woke Doc and Drew up, who turned to face the stranger, growling in their throats. As soon as Drew hissed the other cat jumped back, surprised at the anger. Quickly, it turned and ran from them, and up into a tree.

Doc yelled to it, "Whoa are you?"

"I-I might ask you the same thing, growling and hissing like that…" the cat, brown and white, said.

"You surprised us," Doc growled, "We didn't know if you were friendly."

"I just came here looking for a friend of mine and found you here…" he added, "I dunno if she made you wait or…"

"Candi the coyote?" Drew asked.

The cat's ears perked up, "Yeah! That's her!"

Drew finally relaxed, "So, who are you?"

"My name's Caesar," he said, "and who're you three?"

"I'm Drew," she replied and then turned to Doc, "This is Doc, and this is Zak."

Caesar stretched out on his branch and studied them. "So, what's your story? It must be important if you could get a coyote's trust."

So, for a good half an hour, the Saturdays spent the time explaining to Caesar of how they came to be as cats. Of the long journey they've made from they're home, and how they still don't know how they ended up as cats. All the while, Caesar stayed up in his tree, listening excitedly to the story that the Saturdays told him. When the three cats were through, Caesar immediately jumped down.

"New York!" Caesar cried.

"What?" Doc asked.

"You have to go to New York!" he repeated, "There's a cat there-rumors say she can freely change from a cat to human! She also answers questions from cats that come from all over! She can help you!"

"And you're sure she can help us?" Drew asked.

Caesar nodded enthusiastically. "Yup! I'm sure, I've only heard her speak once, but you'll believe her, trust me!"

"So, how do we get their since we're cats and in California?" Zak said.

"Well, I was just gonna go there myself, and once I made it back to my hometown, I was going to get on a Union Pacific train to at least Colorado or Kansas then take a Burlington or a Norf—" Caesar stopped when he saw their annoyed expressions, "Trains. We go by trains."

"Is it safe?" Drew asked again.

"Of course, if you can jump well," Caesar answered, "There can always be problems, but not often if you're smart."

A long silence drawled on after that. The Saturdays didn't know if they could jump well. Maybe their instincts would kick in, and they could. Finally the silence was broken up by a loud, hungry noise sounding from Zak's stomach. The Family hadn't eaten in a long while, and they could've all said they were starving.

"Heh heh…Got any wild cat food?" Zak asked.

Caesar flicked his ear, "I wish, but alas not to be, eh? You!" He shouted at Doc, "C'mon, I'll teach you to hunt!"

With that, the brown cat bounded off. Doc took a look back before following Caesar deeper into the wood.

Hours seemed to pass, and it was noon by the time a energetic Caesar and a very tired looking doc came back holding three mice. Caesar dropped his in front of the other two cats, and ran back into the woods.

"Doesn't he need to eat?" Drew asked.

"He ate out there…" Doc batted his mouse before starting to eat, "These vermin are fast…"

"Finally!" Zak started chomping down on his, tearing it as if he'd done it his whole life.

Drew was a bit more cautious, batting it around at first, before taking a bite into it. Her eyes lit up and she devoured hers quickly too. Soon enough, all of the food was gone, and they were waiting for their guide.

They waited, and waited…and waited…and waited…and…they waited.

Doc became impatient, Zak fell asleep, and Drew was busy pawing at the ground. Doc stood up and started walking. "Well, if he's not coming back we'd better go before we starve…"

Drew sighed and started prodding at Zak's stomach. Zak merely talked in his sleep, and-if he was just ignoring, or actually asleep-stayed asleep.

Then, as if on some sort of unheard cue, Caesar burst out of the brush and ran as fast as he can. He ran right up a tree and started shaking as Doc and Drew ran below. Zak-finally-groggily came to and looked around murmuring things like "huh? What's going on?".

Caesar managed a shakily, "F-f-f-f-f-o-ox-oo-oxes…"

"What?" Drew yelled up.

"He's trying to say 'foxes'," A cal, deep voice sounded behind them, "Even though I'm the only one here…"

They turned to stare at the new creature among them. A red-cross fox sat behind them, its slit eyes moving from one to the others. A chill went up Zak's spine as the fox's mouth turned up into an unnatural grin, and titled his head to one side.

"You're supposed to be humans…" He whispered to himself, "…but you're not the angels…"

The cats stood completely still, backs arched. On each face a anxious look as the fox swiped its tongue over sharp teeth.

It nodded, got up and started to leave back to the brush. "Must say farewell, but don't think you've been free of me yet…oh no, don't think that…" It then finally stalked off, leaving four scared, confused cats.

Caesar jumped down and bolted off as quickly as he could down the highway. The Saturdays only had a moment before they had to run after him. They needed answers why he had led toward them a freaky, almost devilish fox.

And, many humans were surprised to see four cats running along the highway…but unfortunately they never got answered…