After much waiting and bugging of the beloved Serendipity Kat (who has helped me out so much and has allowed me to keep my head attached. .) I have finally posted the first part of my Shakespere inspired CATS fan fiction. It's loosely based of A Midsummer's Night Dream. If you hate it, love it, want to burn it or just want to tell me your opion, go right ahead!

-Quidam

"I tell you, life isn't fair at all!" Pouncival heaved a sigh as he stared at the Rum Tum Tugger who was surrounded by his horde of fans. "It's not fair at all."

"Would you stop complaining?" Tumblebrutus yawned as he turned on his side to get some sun. "If you're so head over heels for her, you go talk to her!"

Pouncival grimaced but continued to stare. Tumblebrutus was right but Pouncival would never admit it. Just like any other young tom in the junkyard, he envied the Rum Tum Tugger with a passion. It wasn't just because his sexy pelvic thrusts brought all the girls to the 'yard but it was because he got one queen's attention ; that queen was Jemima.

Even though he was still a kitten but Jemima caught his eye. She was small, sweet and kind; especially towards him. Most of the queens in the junkyard found him irritating and obnoxious. Jemima, however, was tremendously kind to him. It was love at first sight for Pouncival and he vowed that he'd get Jemima to fall for him. Someway, somehow.

"I can't just go and talk to her! That's impossible!" Pouncival lamented.

"Oh, stop being such a drama queen!" Tumblebrutus sat up, yawning. "It's not like she'll attack you or anything."

"Yeah but she could flat out reject me! If there was another way to go about things I would probably do it." Pouncival suddenly perked up. "Hey! That gives me an idea! Follow me!"

He headed in the direction of Mistoffelees' pipe. Tumble growled in annoyance but he followed his friend, leaving Tugger alone with his screaming fans.

"A what?" Mistoffelees asked with his eye brow raised.

"A likeability potion. You can make one right?" Pouncival looked at Mistoffelees, his big round eyes glittering with hope.

"Well I haven't dabble much in potion making," Mistoffelees began but stopped when he saw Pouncival's lip whimper. He rolled his eyes, sighing. "But I guess I could try."

"Yes!" Pouncival punched the air. He then sprung onto the conjuring cat, locking him in a bone crushing hug. "Thank you so much Misto! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"While you're at it, can you make me a hateable potion?" Tumblebrutus asked from the old pillow Mistoffelees used as a bed.

"Electra still driving you crazy?"

"Yes! No matter what I do, I cannot get this queen to leave me alone! I have to try so hard not to kill her! I swear, one day I'll-------"

"Tumblebrutus!" The voice came from outside the pipe where Mistoffelees did reside. "Tumble! Tumblebrutus!"

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Tumblebrutus cursed under his breath. He looked around widly before deciding that hiding behind the bookcase would be his best bet. He ran towards the shelves and hid behind them. He poked out his head and said, "I'm not here! You didn't see me!"

Tumblebrutus disappeared just as Electra crawled into the room.

"Hello Misto! Hey Pounce. Have you seen Tumblebrutus?"

"Nope, haven't seen him." Mistoffelees lied. He glanced at Pouncival who was shaking his head.

"Oh darn it! Why can't I find him?" She pouted. Both toms shrugged, making it her cue to leave.

"She's' gone." Pouncival said when she was out of range.

"Oh thank Heaviside," Tumble panted. "I need to get out of here. Her 'Tumble senses' will go off like crazy! C'mon Pounce!"

"Okay!" Pouncival called after his friend. "Oh, and thanks again Misto!" Pouncival squeezed Mistoffelees tightly before he bounced off after Tumble.

Mistoffelees sighed as he headed towards his book shelf. He ran his fingers along the spines off the books until he found what he was looking for.

"Here I am, a cat with magical abilities and I've never once made a potion," He said with another sigh. "Well, lets get reading."