Here's another Kim Possible fic. And it's kinda Kigo. There are hints at it. But all you Kigo fans, don't leave! It's still really cute! I swear. It's just hard for cats to be involved with each other that way, ya know. Just give it a try.

Also, I guess there could be something considered character death. I guess. It doesn't really last but…I had to put that there. I didn't want to get flamed for killing someone, even if they don't really stay dead.

Thanks to Laura, my wonderful beta. You rock!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible and all other related characters. I also don't mind if someone wants to draw anything from this. Just ask me, kay?

Now, on with the story…

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It's a Cat's Life

They died in a very spectacular way. Everyone said so. And they died trying to save each other, which made the sidekick and mad scientist confused but happy deep down. Which confused them even more, but that's beside the point. So, how did they die? Well, I'll tell you.

It was a regular mission for the young woman and her sidekick/best friend/ex-boyfriend. They fought their arch-nemesis, who had built yet another Death Ray, and were about to leave the lair as the mad scientist and evil sidekick made their escape when the Death Ray randomly exploded. Really. Police say that the wiring was faulty but…who knows?

Anyway, as the Death Ray exploded, the hero pushed the evil sidekick out of the way, who in turn grabbed the hero after her. They were trying to save each other and in doing so were engulfed in flames in a matter of seconds. There wasn't much left of their bodies.

Now, their souls on the other hand…

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(One year later)

Dusk was falling on a cold December night. The air was heavy with the scent of rain and people were hurrying home to a warm house with a warm meal and a warm family. One creature was just hurrying.

A streak of dark orange (so dark it was almost red) flew into an alley way and hid behind a trashcan, shivering uncontrollably from the cold and from fright. Seconds later, the pounding of large footsteps could be heard running past the alley, a harsh voice cursing as the footsteps grew softer.

"Damn cat," the voice said. "Got away. And me with my good net today."

As the footsteps and cursing faded away, the dark orange form peeked out from behind the trashcan. It was, in fact, a cat; a small cat, just barely past the kitten stage, with large green eyes and pretty (well if it wasn't so dirty) dark orange fur.

She blinked after the large male human that had chased her for miles (or so it seemed to the cat). He was gone. Finally.

She slowly emerged from her hiding place and started to walk off when a certain smell reached her nose. A fairly delicious smell.

Her little pink nose lifted into the air and she turned back to the trash can beside the one that shielded her from the human. Some wonderful smell was wafting from the metal can and the small cat's belly rumbled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in a while. She studied the can, which seemed to have some sort of covering on it. Her green eyes looked at the can beside it and an idea popped in her head.

With a slight wiggle of her behind, the orange cat leaped up on the not so good smelling can beside her goal. It too had a covering. And, with her tongue slightly poking out from between her kitty lips, she reached across the small gap between the two cans with her paw, intent on removing the covering and delving into the feast she was sure was in the can.

A low warning growl made her pause in her efforts. With a small sigh, she lifted her eyes upward, wondering what cat god had it out for her today.

"What are you doing around my trash cans?" a menacing voice asked from right behind her.

She slowly straightened up and turned around toward the voice. And her eyes widened at the sight.

In front of her sat a cat maybe a few months older than her with dark black fur and glowing green eyes. But what seemed a little weird to the orange cat was the hint of green in the black fur. Almost like it wasn't even there when you stared at it for too long.

"Well?" the cat asked, snapping the orange cat out of her trance.

"I'm hungry," the smaller cat mewed. "I haven't eaten in-"

"Oh, boo-hoo," the black cat snarled. "Don't cry to me about it. Leave my trash cans alone!"

"But-"

"LEAVE!"

The orange cat almost left. Almost. But right before she turned around to jump off the can, she got angry.

"You have no right to claim these cans! They don't have your scent on them!"

The black cat looked surprised for maybe a second before her eyes narrowed dangerously and a low growl bubbled from her throat. "Alright, Kitten. I gave you fair warning. Now, tremble at the wrath of Shego!"

As the now proclaimed 'Shego' leapt at the orange cat, a thought entered the smaller animals mind. 'Tremble at the wrath of Shego? What kind of proclamation is that?' And then they were both flying off the trash can, the orange cat beneath her bigger and very angry opponent.

Once they landed, Shego still on top of a winded orange cat, the smaller struggled out from under Shego and darted a couple of inches away, her eyes big.

"So," Shego growled. "What's your name, Pumpkin? I want to know who you are before I beat you."

"Kim."

Shego snorted. "Kim? What kind of name is that?" And without waiting for an answer, the black cat pounced on the other cat once more.

But Kim was expecting that this time and she met Shego's pounce with a swipe of her paw, catching the black cat on her nose.

A soft snort of pain followed the swipe and Shego landed, a hint of respect glittering in her eyes.

"Wow, Pumpkin. That took guts."

Kim smiled, quite proud of herself. However, her pride allowed Shego to lunge for her front leg and bite into it.

Kim yowled in pain and snatched her foot away, only to be swiped in the head. She fell to the ground, her ears ringing and her leg pounding.

"Now, leave!" Shego demanded again.

Kim knew she had been beaten, and quite thoroughly. She pulled herself up and started to limp away, trying to ignore the pain her foot, head, and growling stomach made.

Shego, tough alley cat, watched all this through narrowed eyes. But it wasn't in anger. A small ball of concern had settled in her stomach and wouldn't leave. She noticed how thin the cat was, how dingy her coat was, and most of all, how dull her green eyes were.

"Hey, Princess," she yelled out to the limping figure. "Go straight home to your humans. I'm sure they're worried about you." She made sure her voice was filled with sarcasm. She didn't want the prissy cat to think she was soft.

Kim stopped walking and her whole figure seemed to slump even lower. "Why do you think I have humans?" she asked softly, not turning around.

Shego gave a deep laugh. "With a name like 'Kim' you have to have humans!"

The orange cat slowly turned around, her eyes on the ground and her body sagging. "I used to," she said just as softly as before. "But-but they didn't want me."

Shego felt a knot form in her stomach. She could see where this was going. And she didn't like it.

"I had a good home," Kim continued. "But one day they put me in a box, got in the car, drove for a long time, and then dumped me in an alley and left." She sat on her haunches and tried to suppress a shiver as a gust of wind blew into the alley they were in. "They didn't want me so they got rid of me."

"How long ago was that?"

Kim looked up at the small slice of sky showing between the two buildings. "I'm not sure," she muttered. "A few settings of the sun."

"Have you eaten?"

Kim's eyes snapped back to look at Shego, curiosity clearly in those green depths but that was quickly followed by anger. "Why do you care?" she hissed, her anger getting the better of her. "What to know more about your little toy before you beat me up again? Does it make you feel better that I'm a 'little spoiled house-kitten'?"

Why do I care? Shego thought.

"I'm leaving," Kim said, her anger overriding the urge to eat. "I don't want to be in your way." And with that, the kitten started limping away again, her growling stomach audible to Shego's ears.

She's got guts, I'll give her that, Shego thought. And after a few quick seconds of thought, she nodded to herself.

Kim didn't hear the soft padding of running footsteps until they were right up on her. She turned around, her green eyes large and her back arched. And that back didn't go down when she saw Shego in front of her.

"What?" she asked, viciously.

Shego studied the kitten before stepping closer. "I'll help you get some food," was all she said, her own green eyes staring into Kim's.

"What?" Her voice softer than before and her back a little less arched.

"I'll help you."

Kim narrowed her eyes at the black cat before her. "Why?"

Shego looked away. "Just because, okay? Besides, didn't your mother ever tell you to not look a gift mouse in the mouth?"

"I didn't know my mother," Kim said. "She died pretty soon after I was born."

Shego just stared at the orange cat. What kind of life did this supposedly pampered cat live? "How?"

"I dunno," Kim said, her voice showing her frustration at the conversation. "Why? Did you know your mother?"

"Yeah," Shego muttered. "And she was a hellcat. I hated her guts. In fact, if a dog hadn't killed her, I probably would have eventually."

Kim just stared at the other cat. And blinked.

"Anyway, let's go. The humans are probably finished with their meals now. I know just the place we can go."

She softly head butted Kim and sauntered off. Kim blinked once more and scampered after her, her foot stinging with every step. "Hey, wait up! My foot hurts!"

"Damn, Princess," Shego said as she slowed her pace only slightly. "Do you always whine this much?"

Kim glared at the black cat's back. "No. I'm just tired, hungry, and hurt. I think I have enough reason to whine. And on top of all of that, I'm filthy. I haven't had any time to bathe in days."

"Well, hopefully once we get some food in your stomach, you'll stop whining."

An irritated growl was the only thing heard as the two cats ran out of the alley and into the city, hunting for food.

To be continued…