Hello, hello! I'm so happy that this has gotten some attention - I never expected it to.

Many thanks to Stardust shaman, Misto4Ever, Cleo Leo, Rhy-wen, and especially StarWarsMuffin. If it wasn't for all of your lovely comments, this would have just been a one-shot.

All of that said, here's chapter three. It's a bit different, kind of showing off the way Misto can be a bit conceited at times (especially in the video.) Also, it shows how he can be contradictory - saying he tries not to think about Tugger, but this being nothing more than his thoughts.

I know that this one rambles a bit, but they all kind of ramble. I mean, thoughts never just follow one path, they wander off every which way.

Okay, I'm done ruining this by over-explaining. I present to you chapter three.

He's just an enigma. I can't figure him out. He has this power that he can use at anytime.

Like today. He had Etcetera, most literally, eating out of his paw. That kit would do anything he wanted of her. Contrary to popular belief, however, he wouldn't take advantage of her too much. He's actually a very noble tom. He knows that he's older and that the kits are impressionable. He can be very responsible if the mood hits him.

But other times I just think that he tries to be outrageous. He was showing off his prowess at the pelvic thrust to the kits and he got just a little too close to Jemima. Munkustrap boxed him over the ears and sent him rolling. He just jumped right up and laughed it off.

He came to me that night, raving about how Munkustrap knows that he's just fooling around, that Jemima understands that Tugger likes to play that way, that Munkustrap is so uptight. I ignored him. When he's with me, I don't want to hear about other cats. I just want to hear him talk to me, about me, about how he wants to touch me and kiss me and.....

Not about the others. I don't care who he's with during the day. But come night time, once he's in my little shelter, I want him to be completely mine.

So I didn't even acknowledge his presence until he simmered down. I half expected him to apologize, but why would I expect that? A willing apology from him? I don't think anyone's ever gotten one of those.

Of course, I'm different. His special toy, his secret inamorato. Maybe I should start to expect things like that. But if I did, and he took offense.....he might not return. I would probably lose my mind.

I take pride in my difference, though. Kits are always taught that being different is bad, that standing out can have negative results. But when standing out brings him to your side, then it couldn't possibly be a bad thing. If I didn't stick out the way I do, I'd just be another cat.

The thing is, I don't know exactly how I stick out in his mind. It's not the magic, and I may be slim but so are some of the other toms, especially Alonzo and Tumblebrutus. Perhaps it is, as he tells me, unexplainable.

I like that. Knowing that I bring him - that god amongst cats, sexual fantasy of almost any feline who passes him by, lover to end all lovers - coming back to me, and he can't explain why. Something about that is thrilling to me. Sometimes when I'm with him, I start to think about it and I can barely control myself. He always thinks it's something he's done, that maybe he found a sweet spot on my stomach or kissed me just the right way, but it's just the knowledge that I have some control over him.

I know that it's not just me. Bombalurina has some power over him, too.

But I've never seen him look at her the way he looks at me. It's always lust with her, a glint in his eye that says he wants nothing more than physical satisfaction. With me, I see a hint of true feelings, more than just self-gratification.

Perhaps I'm just being conceited. That's something I've always had to deal with - thoughts of superiority just invade my mind. But with him, I don't think that it's unfounded.

And if I'm just another physical experiment to him, I'll never know. I'm not going to ask what's really going on and ruin everything. How could I possibly? Who could knowingly ruin any sort of amorous relationship with him? It's impossible to wrap my mind around it. So I won't. I try not to think about him too much. I just get wrapped up in my thoughts and overload. He bamboozles me.

Like I said, an enigma. And I wouldn't have him any other way.