Yes, I couldn't resist. This is a scene I thought up some time ago but wasn't able to fit in no matter how hard I tried. Just a little cute something that adds to the fluff that is this story. Thanks for reading, much much love, until next time…

--Exuent Uncanny-dreamer--

Epilogue: Presto!

"Tugger!"

The maine coon's heart skipped a beat at his mate's cry. Abandoning his prey, he raced towards the end of the pipe, too many thoughts racing through his head at once. A magic trick gone wrong, a stray Pollicle, one of Macavity's cats out for revenge…but when he emerged from the pipe, he found Mistoffelees looking around with surprise at a bunch of kittens that were dancing around him. Confused, Tugger quickly counted them. Seven…where did they all come from?

"Misto?" he asked nervously. Mistoffelees looked up at him, blue eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Bast!" he squeaked. As Tugger looked around at the kittens, all stopped simultaneously to look back at him with heads cocked to one side. He was slightly amused to see that one had a top hat on that was much too big for him.

"Why is that one wearing a hat?" Mistoffelees looked around and spotted the one Tugger pointed to.

"Oh," he sighed. "That's the hat they all came out of."

"Misto, what on earth did you do?"

"I don't know," he groaned. "I was trying to reproduce that bird trick I did that one time, but…clearly I did something wrong."

"Clearly," Tugger chuckled. Mistoffelees forced a smile, but sadly shook his head as he watched the kittens romp around again. "I guess you're a father now." The small tom looked up at him, something glinting in his eyes. "What?"

"That makes you a father too," he said wryly.

"Oh, no way," Tugger chuckled. "I thought I'd at least get out of that responsibility when we starting mating—"

"Mew?" Tugger looked down and found bright green eyes staring up at him.

"Erm, hello?" The patchy kitten smiled brightly, rubbing against his leg and purring contentedly. He looked back up a Mistoffelees, who looked considerably pleased with himself.

"I think she likes you."

"I don't think she knows any—"

"Ah-CHOO!" Tugger jumped back, letting out a strangled cry as green sparks shot out of her.

"Bast," Mistoffelees murmured, kneeling beside the giggling kitten.

"Misto, don't touch her!"

"Oh, calm down," he said soothingly. "I think she has magic in her." She looked up at him and smiled, nuzzling his neck affectionately.

"Not another one," Tugger quipped, looking at her nervously.

"Very funny," Mistoffelees lightly scoffed. "I think she's the only one. What are we going to do with all of them?"

"They can stay," Tugger shrugged.

"Are you sure?" He stood up, looking at him with uncertainty.

"Love, the queens are going to eat them up."

"Yeah, well…" Mistoffelees looked down at his paws again, shaking his head. Tugger smiled and cupped his cheek in his paw.

"You're amazing, Misto." He nuzzled his forehead and was about to kiss him when he felt a light tap on his leg. Looking down he saw the magic kitten looking up at him again, her arms stretched high above her head. "You want me to pick you up?"

"Mew!"

"Erm…" He looked at Mistoffelees with uncertainty.

"Go ahead," the tux chuckled. Tugger let out a sigh before carefully picking her up, keeping his hold loose so as to not hurt her. "Put your other arm around her bottom…there, perfect." Mistoffelees smiled as the kitten nuzzled Tugger affectionately. Tugger laughed, more out of surprise than anything.

"This isn't so bad."

"See? You're good with her."

"What's with you magic kits, eh?" Tugger whispered to the kitten, causing her to giggle. "You always find a way into this old cat's heart." Mistoffelees laughed at this. Tugger looked up at him and winked.

"Love you. Aw, hey!" He looked down at the kitten, a look of pain crossing his face as she tugged at his mane. "That's for being fabulous, not for pulling!"

"Oh Tug," Mistoffelees chuckled, helping to disentangle her from him.