Hidey-ho! So here's chapter five! Though this story is sadly low on reviews...I guess not many people think to find CATS/Titanic cross-overs...as mine is the only one...ahem. lol

This story may be slow on updates because I'm in a show right now as well as writing an original work, but I promise to update as soon and as much as possible!

Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic or CATS or the lines you'll recognize from the movie...But I'll take this little space to say that I have joined the review revolution! Any story I read and like, I shall review, no matter how old or how many reviews it already has. Join me in this movement and start with this chapter! :)

~Rosey

Chapter Five: Making it Count

"M-mother," Victoria faltered, gesturing to Mistoffelees, who still had a little bit of a hair-ball on his chin. "This is Mistoffelees. Misto, this is my mother and her friends."

"Nice to meet you," Misto blushed, looking down at his feet.

"The same," Jellylourm's voice was cold as she appraised Mistoffelees with anything but praise.

"Mother, Mistoffelees is the cat joining us for dinner tonight," Victoria said awkwardly.

"Oh," Jellylourm said sharply, pursing her lips. "How lovely." She glared at Misto for one more moment before turning back to Victoria. "Come along, Victoria. Plato is waiting for you."

Victoria bit her lip, turning to Misto with a small smile. "Good-bye, Mistoffelees. I'll see you tonight." And with that, Jelloylourm, Victoria, and her lady friends departed, leaving only Misto and the Unsinkable Jennyany face to face.

"Son," Jennyanydots raised an eyebrow, putting a paw on his shoulder. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"Not really," Misto admitted.

"Well you're about to enter the snake-pit of first class passengers," she chuckled.

Misto took a deep breath. "Can't wait."

XOXOXOXO

Mistoffelees never felt so out of place in his life.

He was standing in the great hall.

Surrounded by upper-class passengers.

With his fur combed and his face washed.

Waiting for first class Victoria and her family.

Just then, he saw Victoria and Plato standing at the top of the stair-case. Mistoffelees had to gasp. She was so beautiful. In her fur she wore a green butterfly clip and around her neck a beautiful diamond collar. The tux cat had to take many deep breaths to control himself. She was so wonderful.

Victoria went down the stairs to him, smiling hugely. Misto shyly took her hand in his and kissed it, looking up at her afterwards with a smile. "I saw that in a nickelodeon once and have always wanted to do it."

Victoria laughed and then turned to Plato. "Plato, you remember Mistoffelees?"

"Yes," Plato smiled coldly. "If you two will excuse me." And with that, he was gone into the crowd.

Victoria giggled as Misto took her arm in his and she began leading him towards their table. On their way, she pointed out many other upper class passengers they passed. "That's Lady Bombalurina with her husband Lord Tugger. She's only a few years older than me and is in delicate condition. See how's she's hiding it? Quite the scandal," she chuckled. She then pointed to a tall sliver tabby. "That's Munkustrap, a captain of the ship. He's quite important. She then pointed to another cat. "That's Lady Rumpleteazer. She's quite wild, but hides it in public."

Mistoffelees laughed. "Sounds like someone else I know."

Just then they arrived at the table where Victoria's family and friends were seated. They all glanced at Misto in confusion for a moment while Victoria took her place by Plato and Misto sat by the Unsinkable Jennyany, as if for protection.

"Hey," he said shyly, following Victoria's lead and putting his napkin in his lap. "Thanks for inviting me."

"But of course, Mr. Mistoffelees," Jellylourm said crisply. "Tell us, Mr. Mistoffelees, of the accommodations on this ship for steerage. I hear they're quite satisfactory."

Misto sat up a little straighter. "Yes, ma'am. Hardly any rats on this one."

Suddenly, the waiter approached the table, dishing out caviar. When he got to Misto's plate, the tux cat held up a paw. "Nah. I never liked the stuff."

Ignoring the stares from the others at the table, Misto turned to Victoria with a smile. "Well this is nice."

"Mr. Mistoffelees," Jellylourm said suddenly. "Tell us, where do you live?"

"Well...currently my address is the RMS Titanic. After that, I'm on Heaviside's good will."

"You enjoy just roaming about?" Jellylourm gasped.

Misto shrugged. "Well... it's a big world, and I want to see it all before I go. My father was always talkin' about goin' to see the ocean. He died in the town he was born in, and never did see it. You can't wait around, because you never know what hand you're going to get dealt next. See, my folks died in a fire when I was a kit, and I've been on the road since. Somethin' like that teaches you to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count."

Jennyanydots smiled, raising her glass. "Well said, Misto. Here's to making it count!"

"Making it count," Victoria smiled, also raising her glass.

Before long, dinner was finished and all the cats stood up to go. Plato turned to Skimbleshanks, who had joined them at the table as well. "Well sir, now is time for brandy and cigars. Will you be joining us, Mr. Mistoffelees?" he asked, turning to Misto.

Misto smiled and shook his head. "No, thanks. I really should be heading back." He then turned to Victoria, taking her paw in his. "Good-night, Victoria." And with that he was gone.

Victoria looked down into her paw and smiled. Misto had slipped her a small piece of paper when he shook her paw. She felt her heart jump.

Make it count. Meet me at the clock.

Awww! I smell lo-o-ove! Well the next chapter is the steerage-party...can't wait to write it! Well all I can say now is...

REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! MAKE IT COUNT! ;)

~Rosey