The prisoner cell was dark and cold. It was mostly silent, and the only noises that were heard were the sounds of soft crying and heavy breathing echoing off the walls. Jerrie and Ova were huddled in a corner, far away from the door. They were hugging each other tightly as the blood on their fur dried.

When the two had returned from hunting, they were greeted by a furious Macavity. They were thrown into the cell together and were beaten to the point where they couldn't breathe. Jerrie tried protecting Ova from Macavity's brutal beatings, but Macavity used his magic to freeze Jerrie and force him to watch Ova being hit repeatedly. Macavity did the same to Ova, where she was frozen and had to watch Jerrie.

"You may be my daughter, but don't think I won't hurt you!" Macavity had growled before he left, slamming the door as he went.

"Oi'm sorrah Oi couldn't protect yah," Jerrie whispered into the dark. He couldn't see his paws or Ova in front of his face, but he knew she was there since she was attached to him.

"Don't be sorry," Ova whispered back. "It's my fault it happened."

"It's not yah fault," Jerrie tried saying. Ova sniffled but didn't reply. She turned and buried her face in her best friend's fur.

That was yesterday. Today, Jerrie was sent to retrieve some more jewels. He waved to Ova and Griddle as he left the warehouse. Griddle was the only henchcats Jerrie trusted, so he left Ova in her care. The warm sun felt good as Jerrie stretched his sore body out. He tightened his bag once more and ran to his destination.

The big fancy house stood before the tom as he took the sight in. This was the only mansion in the city that belonged to the richest people. He had been inside before, and was amazed at the decorations. He knew they had valuable collections throughout the house, along with jewels. He crawled up the gutter pipe to the roof and slipped through the attic window

His reflection showed beneath him as he walked down the hall. He stopped and got a good look at himself first. He grimaced at his grimy and matted down fur. He decided to take a bath when he got back to the warehouse. He made his way to the grand bedroom and pushed the door open. There, on top of the dresser, was the box that held the valuable jewels.

He listened to hear if anyone was around, and decided it was safe. He swiftly hopped on the chair next to the dresser and walked over to the box. He had his back turned and was busy shoving the jewels inside his bag. He turned around and slammed into something hard. What was with his and running into things?

"Oi! Wotch where yah going!"

Jerrie looked down to see a queen rubbing her nose and staring back up at him. He gaped at the sight. This queen looked exactly like him, only smaller! She had white fur but with smaller black and orange stripes. In her hand were the Woolworth pearls that he was about to grab.

"Thot's moine," he said, pointing to the pearls.

"Is not! Oi found it first!" She had the same accent Jerrie did. He got a closer look and the realization hit him.

"Wait…ore yah the one who's been stealing around this area?"

"Yeah?" She shoved the pearls in her own bag. "So whot?"

Jerrie tightened his lips. "These bloody 'umans ore yelling ot moi fah stealing from them, ond Oi 'aven't been doing onything! Yah stealing moi job, queen!"

"Look heah, tom, Oi 'ave every roight tah be heah, too!" Jerrie's ears twitched as he heard a noise from the end of the hall. The queen was still yelling at him. "Just because Oi'm a queen doesn't mean Oi con't do the same things you bloody toms con!"

"Shh!" Jerrie put a finger to lips. She gaped at him, but continued her yelling. "Please! Someone's coming!"

"Ond anothah thing! Oi - "

The door flew open and the woman who entered screamed. The two cats glanced at each other and saw a broom coming towards them.

"RUN!" Jerrie yelled. He grabbed the queen's paw and they jumped off the dresser. They looked back to see the woman chasing them with her broom.

"Filthy streetcats!"

The queen stopped and put her hands on her hips. "Oi am NOT a streetcat!" Jerrie pulled her out of the way as the woman came closer. Jerrie looked around for an escape, and found an open window. He lifted the queen up to the window and followed her out. The woman slammed the window shut to keep any more unwanted cats out of her home.

Jerrie and the queen kept running paw – in – paw until they reached the trees surrounding the mansion. They let go of their paws and collapsed to the ground, laughing. Once Jerrie calmed down he checked his bag. The jewels were still there and unharmed.

"Thot was more excitement thon Oi needed," he heard the queen laugh.

"Thot's nothing. Oi've 'ad run – ins with Pollicles," Jerrie replied as he brushed the dirt off his fur. As if it mattered. He fur was nasty enough. He felt a bit uneasy looking this way in front of a queen.

"Yah 'ave tah tell moi about it sometoime," the queen smiled. "Whot's yah name?"

"Mungojerrie, Jerrie fah short."

"Rumpleteazah, Teazah fah short. Sorrah about stealing yah jobs. Oi've been in this business fah moi whole life!"

"Really?" Jerrie was impressed. A queen that liked stealing? "Moi too!"

Teazer smiled. "Maybe we should go stealing sometoime togethah."

"Thot's be great!"

"Come pick moi up tomorrah. Oi live in the junkyoird." She waved and turned around. Jerrie watched her leave and smiled. A new partner in crime? Exactly what he needed. He couldn't wait to tell Ova about this!