It has been about ten minutes since Mungojerrie was clinging onto the automobile. Clutching onto the number plate and having his feet on the exhaustion pipe was too much of a physical pain. He therefore decided to just jump onto the area above where the seats are and try to hang on.

Thankfully, the car only drove a few minutes more until it stopped in front of a not-so-modern building. Mungojerrie got off and hid behind a nearby bush.

"Hey, what's that sound? Seems like there's something in that bush," said a man, getting off from the car.

"Just a fuckin' rabbit, I suppose," answered another man.

Mungojerrie quietly watched the five men walk into the building.

Mungojerrie followed them into the building, trying to make no sound. He watched them walk into a certain room.

That's the room, he thought, I'll just wait here until they come out.

He crawled beneath a chair and waited… and waited… and waited.

He supposed that a good fourty-minutes had passed when he saw the men walking out. He heard them talking:

"Sir, shouldn't you go to the hospital and get the wound treated properly?"

"Peter, shut up. It's only a wound. A wound that will get much better the moment I kill that cat,"

"Well sir, only a few hours until it gets better, then, I suppose,"

Mungojerrie, immediately after all the humans left the building, turned the knob (standing on the tip of his back feet) and entered the office. It was a horrible mess. A chaos of all sorts of objects.

I'm not sure about this, he thought.

Mungojerrie went about the room, trying to find any papers with the word "redevelopment" – he was suddenly thankful he could read.

After a lengthy amount of time of searching through piles of papers on desks and opening and closing cabinets, he finally found a paper from a cabinet that definitely had the word "redevelopment" on it.

I suppose this is it, he thought.

Clutching the paper with his paw, he dug deeper into the cabinet and found more papers that had the word.

One of them had a fancy signature on it.

Before he went out by the window to destroy the pile of papers he found, he decided to do something cruelly disgusting on a messy desk nearby him. After all, Munkustrap told him to do much damage.

He punched himself several times at the stomach until he vomited onto the pile of books and papers on the desk.

Mungojerrie grinned, although dizzily. That should give them a shock when they come in, he thought. He knew that he did a rather ugly thing, but he was proud to have just committed the dirtiest mischief so far in his life.

He, grabbing the redevelopment papers with his mouth, hurried out through the window and, hiding in a bush, tore up all of the papers with his claws and teeth. He then put the results of his clawing and tearing in his hands and went about the streets, throwing a few fragments in the trash can here, throwing some other into a sewer opening there, and so forth.

Mungojerrie was indeed satisfied.

Meanwhile, Munkustrap was having a difficult time trying to calm down all cats – not just the kittens – at the abandoned construction yard where the whole tribe had evacuated to.

"It will be fine," he kept repeating to them.

Etcetera was just hugging Jellylorum. The poor kitten was shivering with fright and worries.

Munkustrap sighed.

"Father, do you think we should stay here for the next two days? After all, the real start of the redevelopment is to be two days later, as we all know, and the original wiping-out of us was supposed to be tomorrow," he whispered to Old Deuteronomy.

"Yes… I think we should stay here for the next two days… you're right. But anyways, does the whole tribe know yet why we have evacuated?" said the old cat.

"No, I didn't tell the whole tribe. If I tell them the reason… that we are here since the humans decided to exterminate us today and not tomorrow, then we don't know what will happen amongst us."

"Good, my son. Don't tell it to anyone. We don't want a mental trauma – a group mental trauma. Even I was somewhat shocked when you told me once we got here about the change in the extermination date. But right now, you should announce that we will stay here for the next two days as well."

Munkustrap did so.

He then went around making sure that no one was in a panic and that everything was under control.

It soon became close to evening, and Munkustrap was worried why Mungojerrie wasn't coming.

Did I say it right when I told him not to come back to the Junkyard and to come here? he worried, Or did he even hear me when I said that?

Munkustrap's worries grew by the second, and his heart was beating faster and faster; he eventually decided:

I will go back to the Junkyard and search for him, or, if he's not there, I will wait for him and take him here – hopefully before the humans come…

Munkustrap asked for his father's permission. Old Deuteronomy permitted, although with a worried and curious face.

Munkustrap ran as fast as he could to the Junkyard. It was almost evening, when the humans would come to kill all cats in the Junkyard. This is a life or death problem, he thought, either me protecting Mungo and him not dying or me being slow and letting him be killed.

Munkustrap entered the Junkyard and looked through the main area.

"Mungojerrie!" he shouted, although worried that the humans may hear him when they come soon, "Mungojerrie!"

Munkustrap didn't hear anything. He felt rather weird to be alone in the once-busy main area of the Junkyard… where all the cats socialized and played and worked together on things… now just an empty, lifeless area of dirt…

Munkustrap felt a slight feeling of depression and aloneness, but he tried to shake it off. I have a tom to save, he thought.

He was running towards the back entrance when he saw the shape of his shadow and suddenly realized that it was evening time. He quickly hid himself in a pile of old furniture.

Not a significant amount of time had passed when the humans indeed came – this time, in a white truck.

The truck came in by the back entranced and stopped. The humans came out, not in neat clothings but in less clean-looking apparels.

"Well… shall we begin, gentlemen? This is our revenge for the feline creatures that gave us these wounds, a day faster than we had planned. Kill them in any way you want to… just make sure it's not so obvious. We don't one anyone – especially a tree-hugging, liberal hippy – to look at what we are doing and report it. There's too much attention for animals these unfortunate days," the leading man said.

The men seemed to take out axes and other items from the back of the truck.

Munkustrap just closed his eyes, hoping not to be noticed, hoping no sound is made… Mungojerrie, I'm so sorry I didn't protect you… he thought.

Then, a miracle happened.

Indeed, a miracle.

A perfect timing.

A car drove up next to the truck. A nicely-clothed man, rather young, came out and said:

"Sir, sir… the papers… the papers for the redevelopment… even the approval paper… it's disappeared… the office is a mess… and there's vomit…"

The leading man dropped his axe and put his right hand on his face – he was thinking, although not pleasantly.

"Well, who did it? Was it a burglar?" asked a man next to the leader.

"I… I don't know, Peter… but I think it's a cat. I found a few orange furs and pawprints…"

The leader put down his hand and said with a grunt:

"That's it. Cancel the redevelopment."

Munkustrap didn't understand what just happened.

Nor did the men around the leader.

"Sir… sir… what do you mean…"

"Uhh… sir… the joke is rather not very funny…"

"It's not a fucking joke, you bastards! I'm hell serious!" cried the leader, "I don't like what's going around me… it's… it's… ominous…"

"Sir…"

"Shut up, Andrew! I actually had… had… a dream last night… I was killing a cat at the Junkyard when I was struck by lightning… and…"

"Sir… it's only a dream… sir… are you alright? Are you having a headache, sir?"

"The dream… and then today, the cats attacking us… in a group! As if they had minds of their own and wanted to wound us for the whole redevelopment thing! And now, a cat breaking into our office and stealing the papers… the ones that have to do with the redevelopment… They seem to have minds of their own… They seem to know what we're doing…"

"Sir, that's ridiculous…"

"No! It's not ridiculous! Think about what's going on!"

"Sir… it's all just a coincidence… cats can't think, sir…"

"Well, whether they can't or can… all these that are happening is not normal… it's not normal… My mind tells me I should just stop the whole redevelopment plan…"

"Sir… please! Are you alright?"

"Sir… we can just kill the cats, sir… then everything will be alright…"

"No. We are done here. All of this doesn't seem like coincidence. It's… it's… as if the cats know what they're doing… My mind tells me I should stop the redevelopment… it tells me… it tells me strongly…."

"Sir, you're being superstitious!"

"I am not! What does a dream, cats attacking us, and a cat breaking in into our office and stealing the correct papers tell you? All in a day or two! That's it. We are done here. We will officially end our plan for the redevelopment this evening or something."

And the leader got into the truck; the men muttered things like "What just happened?" or "Ridiculous," or "Superstitious," or "I think we should take him to a mental doctor," or "What's wrong with him?"…

All the men got into either the white truck or the car and left.

Munkustrap couldn't believe what he saw and heard…

He pinched himself to make sure he was not dreaming… he indeed wasn't asleep…

He was awake. What just happened really happened. Redevelopment over… over. Over…

Munkustrap couldn't breathe properly. He got up and raced towards the abandoned construction site… To tell the cats… that they are safe… that all is going to be well… because it will be… Because it will be…! Because… the redevelopment is over…!

Well, is all of Munkustrap's problem over? We will see.

At least the redevelopment part, though!