Electra tired herself out from crying so much and eventually fell asleep. She slept for about three hours before she woke up to find Mistoffelees sitting down next to her. He had been watching her sleep. Electra knew he was just being a protective mate, but even she knew it was creepy to watch somebody else sleep. Though, she never said anything about it. As a matter of fact, she didn't even know if she could keep a straight face while talking to Mistoffelees. She was angrier than Cassandra when Alonzo sneaks up on her and scares her.

Just keep your cool, Ellie. she thought. Don't even mention anything about it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

Mistoffelees smiled and said, "You weren't in the junkyard after Etcetera and I were finished talking. I came looking for you. I figured you'd be here. You're always here."

Electra heard that name again. Etcetera. The queen who Electra thought was her best friend. But in reality, she was nothing but a backstabbing wench who got close with other queens' mates behind their backs. How many other toms has she shagged? Tumblebrutus? Does Jemima know about that one? Would Cassandra know about Alonzo? Would Bombalurina know if Etcetera got intimate with her one and only flirting target, Rum Tum Tugger? Electra was furious. But she didn't want any more controversy. She felt the strong urge to ask her mate what they talked about, but held her tongue.

"You slept for a long time, tortie." Mistoffelees added. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Electra answered. "I was just really tired."

But Electra knew she wasn't tired at all, nor was she fine. With such low self-esteem, barely any self-respect, and such a delicate spirit, she felt used. She felt mistreated.

Mistoffelees bent down and softly licked Electra's cheek. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her behind her ear. As much as she hated it, she purred. She felt awkward with him. She didn't know if she wanted to spend any time alone with him.

"Maybe you should go." she pathetically suggested.

Mistoffelees' smile faded. Confusion and worry filled his eyes. His large, black, square eyebrows furrowed.

"Is something wrong, tortie?" he asked.

Electra had to hurry to make up an excuse. She was infuriated with him, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She scrambled for an excuse before finally getting one.

"My humans don't like when other cats come here." she lied. "If they see you, they'll call animal control immediately. You don't want to get sent to the pound, do you?"

Mistoffelees seemed convinced, yet still slightly concerned. He knew he messed up. But all he wanted was to make Electra happy. Before walking off, he kissed her head and flashed a beautiful red rose into his paw. He handed it to her and walked away, darting a cheeky wink at her. Electra knew she shouldn't have found it charming, but she did.

Ugh! Electra screamed in her mind. You're such a pushover!