Macavity grumbled as he flipped through the soap opera channel, his criminal deeds were at a lowest rate they'd ever been at. His dark features had dulled as his run of being the Hidden Paw was reaching a dry spell. It was a point in time where he'd terrorized the Jellicles enough, heisted from too many of the major museums and vaults in England, and made so many long term crime plans for the future that he couldn't put them in actions for months.

So how does the Napoleon of Crime pass with leisure? Watching his favorite soaps. The blue channel buttons on the remote were worn and in a darker shade of color from being used for so long. Macavity sat on a torn couch in the attic of his lair, the Warehouse. The rotted wooden walls had the neon TV light glow on them. The creaky floorboards stayed silent unless the ginger tom shifted his weight on the couch. The only thing that made a sound was the audio of Young and the Restless, and of course, Macavity's mumbled comments of the show.

The Hidden Paw sighed, "Oh Nicholas…you should have never slept with Phyllis. This whole love triangle with Sharon could have been prevented and you wouldn't have two love children." He snorted. "Idiot."

The show went on, and he made it quite clear on his feeling for the plot, which hadn't thickened in any way, shape, or form for the past few months now. "For Heavyside sake, Victor, how old are you? Isn't this about the twentieth marriage you've had already to the same person? Just die already!"

The skin under the ginger tom's eyes sagged in tedium as his monologue went on with the show. The scenes changed as a melodramatic tune replayed over the characters' dialogue. Macavity sighed. "Sharon, you and Adam both know that you have feelings for each other, will you please just go back to him now that he's divorcing Sky! Who cares if he's a sociopath!"

Macavity always thought that he could connect to Soap Operas sometimes. The plot often reminded him of events in his life. For some reason, they comforted him and almost made him wish his life could have as much excitement as theirs did-… wait one second. He was the Napoleon of Crime! He had more excitement and power in his lifetime than Victor had in his run on Young and the Restless! What the hell was he was thinking! The ginger tom quickly calmed himself as he watched in silence. He knew perfectly well that this was just to pass the time. It wouldn't be too long until he'd have to catch up with the soaps because he was too busy with his plans-

"HOLY SHIT! VICTORIA'S PREGNANT WITH BILLY'S BABY!" He yelled at the screen. His sloppy slouch turned straight as he watched the end of the last episode, completely enticed.

Suddenly, a collected voice purred from the attic door, "Enjoying yourself?"

"AAAHG!" Macavity leaped up in the air and growled the second he saw a Persian queen leaning against the doorway. He clutched the remote and pressed the off –button. Damn, he thought, Now I won't see the previews for the next episode…stupid Griddlebone…

He scowled at her. "Do NOT sneak up on me like that, Griddlebone! Don't you ever knock?"

She smirked at him. "Sorry, Macavity. I had no idea that you'd be doing something so embarrassing."

He rolled his eyes and stood up from his couch. "Oh, what do you care, Griddlebone? Don't you have a pirate to seduce?"

She chuckled, entering into the attic of the Warehouse. "Not at the moment. In fact, that's why I came up here."

"You want to complain to me that there's a lack of pirates to seduce?"

She grimaced. "No." she said flatly, "I came to tell you that I think you gotta get out of this stage of deficiency. You've done nothing all month, and whatever you do affects everyone working in the Warehouse. For the sake of your career, Macavity get out of this Warehouse and get off the soaps!"

Macavity rolled his eyes. "Okay, for one thing, I am not on soaps. I was skimming over the plot line. I was actually about to change it to the sports channels."

"Right… Well… I'm asking as your agent and your friend to do something evil tomorrow instead of finding out if Chloe is going to date Chance's long lost brother after breaking off her engagement to him."

He grumbled and sighed. "Fine, fine, Griddlebone. I'll go… I'll go spy around the Junkyard. Tomorrow. Now go away."

The white Persian grinned at him as she sauntered out of the attic and down the stairs. The Hidden Paw swiftly turned himself back and decided to watch the mystery channel instead. Now he'd never know if Lily was going to survive her chemotherapy and Cane was or wasn't going to be deported and ever see his twin babies again! He growled. Tomorrow was going to suck…

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A/N: Just to let you know, I don't own Young and the Restless or Cats. But I do love them both, and I do however own Macavity's opinion of soap operas. MWAHAHAHAHAAA!