Ok, all the cats that you read throughout the story that are not a part of Cats are made up by me.

Mungojerrie slipped through the metal door that led to the abandoned warehouse. The familiar scent of many cats filled his nose as he snuck down the hall. He tiptoed past the Recreation Room, hoping to dodge anyone.

"Hey Jerrie!"

Mungojerrie sighed. Of course someone saw him. Now he's was going to be even later! He turned around to face a black and white tom waving at him. "'ello. Sorrah Axel, Oi really con't stoy ond chot." He turned and ran to his boss's office. Jerrie knocked on the door.

"Come in," a deep husky voice said. Jerrie opened the door to see his boss, and orange tom, sitting at his desk. He looked up from his paperwork and frowned. "Mungojerrie, you're late."

"Oi know Boss. Got moiself cought up in a little oction with a Pollicle."

"Did you bring what I asked you to get?"

"Yep." Jerrie reached into his bag and placed the bowls of rice pudding into Macavity's waiting paw.

Macavity sat back down and looked back up at Jerrie. "Mungojerrie, for being late, I'm going to give you a light punishment: you are to sleep in one of the prisoner cells and be tortured for a while, and that includes no food."

Jerrie closed his eyes and sighed. He knew he would get punished. At least this was one of Macavity's 'light' punishments. Jerrie had been through worse. "Yes Boss." He turned around and walked down to the prisoner cells. Jerrie felt his bag and remembered that one of the bowls had spilled some food in it. He smiled to himself. He would get food without Macavity knowing.

Jerrie sat down on the cold cement floor. The moon's light came from a window that was too high up to look out of. He sighed and leaned against the wall. The door squeaked open and he turned to see a couple more of Macavity's henchcats enter the room.

"'ere comes the torture," Jerrie thought.

The door slammed shut behind them and Jerrie winced. Kilo, one of the newest henchcats, picked Jerrie up by the scruff off his neck and pinned him against the wall. Iyoto, the other henchcat, repeatedly punched Jerrie's stomach and kicked him in the shins. Kilo released Jerrie, causing him to fall to the floor. Again and again Jerrie was kicked in the sides, legs, arms, and head. The two toms left, leaving the bloody and battered Jerrie lying on the floor. He grunted and sat up into a sitting position and grabbed his bag. He took a small sample of the rice pudding and shoved it in his mouth, savoring the taste. It wouldn't be long until the henchcats came back for another round of torture.

Jerrie woke up feeling sore and tired. Kilo and Iyoto had come into the cell every now and then to torture Jerrie. He felt the dry blood matting his fur down and he looked down at his stomach. There was a big gash in the center from where Iyoto had kicked him. He slowly began licking himself clean, making sure to avoid pain. He was almost clean when the cell door opened up. At first he cringed, thinking it was Kilo and Iyoto, but instead a fluffy white Persian queen, Griddlebone, poked her head in.

"Macavity is letting you out now," she said. She looked down at Jerrie's gash. "Come, let's get you fixed up."

Jerrie grabbed his bag and slung it over his waist. He followed Griddlebone into the medical room. She made him lie down on a table while she fetched some medicine and gauze. She returned a few seconds later and began applying some sort of clear jelly on Jerrie's gash.

"OW!" Jerrie yelled. "Griddle, thot stings!"

Griddle lightly tapped Jerrie's forehead playfully. "Oh, stop acting like such a kitten."

Jerrie tightened his lips but stopped complaining. The stinging eventually went away and Griddle wrapped Jerrie's stomach in the gauze. Despite being one of Macavity's henchcats, Griddlebone was probably the kindest and care – free queens in the warehouse. She was also Macavity's second – in – command. Very few queens came to work for Macavity.

"There," Griddle announced a few minutes later. "You're all fixed up. Find me if it starts to hurt again."

"Much appreciated Griddle." Jerrie hopped off the table and left the room. He wandered down to the Recreation Room and joined a few fellow henchcats in a game of pool. A few hours later Jerrie was paged by Macavity.

That was one of many things Jerrie didn't like about Macavity: his form of communication. Macavity could hear thoughts and get inside everyone's head. Whenever he needed someone, he just called for them in their mind. Unfortunately, his messages were heard by everyone, so there was no privacy whenever Macavity called for someone.

Jerrie went back to Macavity's office, thinking he was about to be punished again. Nope. Macavity sent him on yet another errand. Jerrie rolled his eyes and tightened his bag around his waist, heading out the warehouse.

I know these are short. I'll definitely make them longer. This is just a short preview of Mungojerrie's life being one of Macavity's henchcats.