Macavity continued to call on Bombalurina every day. Every day, she would meet him in his lair, and every day, he would rape her. But, every day, it became less like rape, and more like simply making love, as Bomba's will to fight back dwindled.

One day, while Bomba was sitting in her cell, knowing that Zazor would soon come to fetch her, a different Henchcat bolted into the prison, and locked the door behind him. As he leaned against the door, panting like mad, Bomba realized that it was Bonconlo, the youngest male in Macavity's clan. He often came to bring her the minimal amount of food that she was allowed, and was nicer then most of the other Toms. But now, he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"What happened?" Bomba asked, pressing her face against the bars of her cell.

"Macavity's on the warpath!" Bonconlo whispered, his eyes wild, "Every once in a while, he just goes mad with rage! His eyes turn red, and he just…changes…He can't control himself. It's like he's possessed or something…"

Bomba suddenly remembered the night when Macavity was banished. She remembered his red eyes when he looked at her. Bonconlo continued, "Macavity had a fight with his brother, Zazor. Zazor was trying to convince him to let him have you…"

Bomba stared at him for a moment, and then whispered, "Maybe I could calm him down…"

Bonconlo looked at her in amazement. "Are you crazy?! He could kill you!"

"I know…But I want to try."

He frowned, "Well…I guess you could try…But this is at your own risk, you know."

Bomba nodded. "I know. Can you take me to his room?"

When Bomba arrived outside Macavity's door, she hesitated for a moment. She could hear Macavity raging inside, and she was scared to death to enter. Finally, she gathered up the courage, and pushed the door open.

Inside, Macavity was racing around the room, his eyes aflame. When he heard the door open, he whirled around, and glared at the red Queen. "What are you doing here?!" He yelled.

Bomba's heart seemed to fail. She could not, she would not do it…But she had. "I…I…I came here to…to tell you that I-"

"THAT YOU WHAT?!" Macavity cried. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A QUEEN?!"

He ran at her, his claws outstretched, aiming for her throat. Bomba tried to duck, but she was nowhere near quick enough. Macavity caught her, and lifted her up, levitating off the ground as he choked her. "What…do…you…want?!" He seethed between his teeth. "Tell me!" He tightened his grip on her throat, and Bomba felt her neck beginning to crack from the pressure.

"I…I…" She could barely speak.

Tears began to run down her cheeks, and she finally managed to sputter, "I…I love you…"

"HA!" Macavity cackled ruthlessly.

Without so much as a flicker of kindness, he released Bomba, and threw her to the ground. He then swooped down upon her. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that you-"

But he never finished the sentence. Using the last bit of strength that she had, Bomba did the only thing that made sense. She kissed him. Instantly, she felt him relax, and he floated down, landing next to her, his lips still locked to hers. As they broke apart, she saw that his eyes had returned to their normal black.

"…Why?" was the first thing that he managed to say.

"Well…I…I just had to tell you…I thought it would be ok…Since I'm going to be having your kittens…"

"WHAT?!" Macavity's eyes flashed straight back to red, and he grabbed her again. "YOU'RE HAVING WHAT?! GET OUT! GET OUT!"

He threw her out of his room. Bomba landed hard on the floor, and smashed her head against the wall. The last thing she remembered before passing out was a loud, choked sob from behind Macavity's door, and a low voice murmuring, "What have I done…"