Home and celebrations

Later that night, Macavity and Tristaleen were walking through the piles of junk. As they walked, they talked about the events of the last couple weeks.
"Wait…wait…Bomba and Demeter actually managed to get you to have a make-over and go shopping?" said Macavity. He started laughing and, in his mind, tried to picture Trista being physically dragged around by Bombalurina and Demeter trying on different degrading outfits and having other cats fixing her up. It was rather comical to imagine such a thing.

"What; did you want to make yourself even sexier for when I came home?" he purred, kissing her neck.

Trista tried pushing him off, saying "Please, Mac; not now. We don't want to make a scene."
Macavity stopped, pulled away, and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "'Raise a scene?'" He repeated.

Before he knew it, all the lights in the junkyard came on and everyone shouted "WELCOME HOME MACAVITY!" The ginger cat could not help but let out a laugh. The main clearing was adorned in lights, much like the ones used on a Christmas tree, ribbons were hanging down from various junk piles, and a disco light was in the middle of the junkyard, there was a table piled high with all kinds of food.

Plato approached handed Trista and Macavity handing them both a glass of a potent colorless beverage. Macavity gave it a sniff and cringed in disgust. He sharply remarked, "Plato, may I ask what in the world is in this drink?"

The young tom shrugged and replied "Beats me. Rumple gave it to me after she returned from her most recent thieving round." All the other adults in the Tribe were handed a glass. Some were a bit reluctant to accept, but they did not want to seem discourteous. Dymas and Connor both accepted a glass from Mungojerrie, but Bombalurina and Demeter quickly confiscated their glasses much to the disappointment of both Dymas and connor. They did not want their children drinking that type of drink at their age.

Munkustrap stood atop the Tire beside his father. He cleared his throat to gain the attention of the cats in the yard. Then he announced as he raised his glass "I would like to propose a toast: To Macavity, without whom, I along with a few of my fellow Jellicles, and my daughter and niece would not be
here. Without him, we would be lost. We would be forced into the service of London's most hellish cat. But we were saved, by the bravest cat this Tribe has seen in generations."

Munkustrap looked over at his brother and smiled. Macavity smiled in response and raised his glass to him. Munkustrap announced "To Macavity!" All the adults raised their glasses and repeated "To Macavity!"

Everyone with the exception of Trista, who prudently dumped the drink when no one was looking) drank their glasses in one long gulp. After the drink, a few of the adult cats looked like they were ready to throw up, but everyone managed to suppress that desire.

While Macavity was hanging out with Tristaleen and Rum Tum Tugger on top of the TSE-1, they got a surprise visit from Blaire and Jade. The two young queen-kits were each holding a shoebox wrapped poorly with colourful string in their paws.

"Good evening, Blaire and Jade," Macavity greeted them, smiling kindly at them.

"Hi, Mr. Mac!" said Jade. "He said my name first!" Blaire whispered to her cousin. "Shut up!" Jade quietly retorted giving her cousin a nudge.

"What's with the shoeboxes?" inquired Trista. "Oh, we just wanted to give Mr. Mac something to express our gratitude," Blaire answered. "We hope you'll like our gifts," said Jade as she and Blaire handed him the shoeboxes.

Macavity kindly took the two boxes in his front paws. He decided to open up Jade's gift first. He used his claws to cut off the string and opened the lid. Inside was a standard deck of cards fastened together with a rubber band. Macavity picked them up and looked them over. "Thanks, Jade. It's very nice!"

"Look at the back of the deck," she told him. Macavity did this, and he found that the two "joker" cards had the letter "J" crossed off of them and the word "Mac" had been written over them. "Do you like them?" asked Jade. Macavity looked up and smiled at her. "I love them. I'd say that you've improved this deck."

Jade shrugged smiling up at Macavity . "Perhaps." Macavity noticed that her scar was still above her eyebrow. He remarked "I hope the scar isn't bothering you." "No, I barely even notice it," she assured him, "And you were right; boys do like scars! Dymas and Alister have both been spending more time around me."

"Well, that's a relief," commented Trista. Blaire came forward with her gift and handed it to Macavity. She said "I hope you like my gift, too." Macavity used his claws to cut the shoebox's string and removed its lid. Inside was a type of two-dimensional ceramic cat.

It had originally been painted red and orange, but Blaire had painted over the gold parts so that it resembled Macavity more. It looked somewhat tacky, but Macavity did not want Blaire to think he did not like it.

"Thank you, Blaire, it's lovely," he smiled at her. "I was worried that you would hate it," she told him, "I mean, I just kinda made it last-minute."

"No, no, I really like it," he assured her, "I'll find a special place to hang it in the wall of my den." "OUR den," Trista corrected him. "Yes, of course, darling," Macavity agreed, put emphasis on that last word.

Blaire and Jade giggled and said "Thanks for your time, Mr. Mac. Good night!"

"Good night," he nodded back.

The two queen kits turned around and slid off the TSE-1. They went to rejoin everyone else in the center of the clearing. Tugger, Trista, and Mac watched them as they walked away.

"You know, it's funny," Tugger commented, "Bombalurina and I used to adore each other. But then she picked Pouncival as her mate. Blaire was THIS close to being my own daughter." When he said "this," he took his front paws and held them in front of himself so that they were two inches away from each other.

Macavity and Trista looked at each other and scoffed. Trista remarked "Not to be cynical, but I don't think that would have ever happened, Tugger." "She does have a point," Macavity concurred. He held his front paws about a foot apart from each other and said "I'll bet it was more like THIS much."

Tugger rolled his eyes, saying "You are no help at all, brother."

Later, after all the excitement died down, everybody started going to bed. It was not long before Trista and Mac decided to turn in for the night. The two lovers entered their den and got settled on the bed. However, Macavity noticed that Tristaleen was trembling somewhat. Concerned, he decided to address that.

"Are you alright, Trista?" he asked. She did not answer right away. She just looked down at herself and chose her words carefully before responding. Then she turned to her lover and said "Mac, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

"What might that be?" he asked. She slowly continued: "Do... do you remember the first night we spent together in this room?" Macavity thought back and nodded his head with a smirk across his face. "That was quiet an energetic night, from what I recall."

Trista continued: "Well, Mac, I have to ask you something." "Sure, Trista. Anything?" Again, Trista carefully chose her words, and then went on: "Mac, have you ever... considered the idea of... having kittens?"

Macavity took a moment to think about this question, and then he answered "Truthfully, yes. But when I worked for Joker, I had almost abandoned the hope of ever being a father. Joker practically made sure that the queens kept their distance from me. Besides that, I wouldn't have wanted my kittens to have grown up in that hostile lifestyle. Why do you ask, Trista?"

Trista looked at the floor of the den again and sat in silence. Finally, she looked back up at Mac and told him "Many things happened in the ten days you were unconscious. Jennyanydots told you that I never left your side. That is true. I was waiting for you to wake up in all that time."

He smiled at her sympathetically and said "It must have been torture waiting that long. I'm sorry if I gave you a scare." She chuckled, saying "Don't worry, Mac; you didn't. Although Jellylorum thought it possible that we were going to lose you during the first few days, we managed to keep you stabilized after the fourth day."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that," he told her, "But I'll bet that's not what you wanted to tell me." "You're right; it's not," she said.

"So, why did you ask me if I ever thought about having kittens?" he queried. Trista did not answer him right away. She paused for a long time, and then she finally answered him: "Mac, I'm... I'm pregnant."

Macavity was speechless. He took those words in slowly but coherently.

Trista was very worried that Mac would not want the kittens. But even if he didn't, she did. She was willing to look after them by herself is she had to, working as a henchcats taught her a few things. But she waited for his reaction in anxiety. Finally, Mac jumped up, wrapped his arms around Trista, and lifted her into the air. He embraced her tightly (being careful to avoid applying too much pressure to her abdomen), and then set her back down. Tears of joy were slowly starting to form in his eyes.

"Trista, you've just made me the happiest tom on Earth," he whispered into her ear. Slowly, tears of joy appeared in Trista's eyes as well. Now she knew that her kittens would know their father

The End

I hope you all enjoyed my fanfic, it's been my longest one yet, I would like to thanks all my reivewers Barron Albert Freddrickson III, SummerRose12, Demlurina, and The passionate Admiral, who has also been beta-reading my chapters

There will be an epilogue after this, that I hope you will enjoy

Thanks for being such great readers, and expect to see something new from me soon