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Two Lucky Black Cats
By Roalee

“That was amazing! How did you do that?”

“Talent of course.”

I huddled together with another black cat, looking down at an empty space. My ivory clawed paw swiped the spot to verify nothing was there. “The cork is really gone. I can’t believe it,” I said as I shook my head. “You’re not hiding it, are you?” I sniffed suspiciously at the other cat.

“No way! I used magic, just like I said I would. They don’t call me the Original Conjuring Cat for nothing,” the magical cat said proudly. “But I have no idea where I put it.”

“Do you mean to say the great Mr. Mistoffelees can’t even control where he makes a cork disappear to?” I said half jokingly, half surprised.

“Well,” he said as he fluttered his whiskers nervously, “I can find it again. I just need to concentrate. They never go too far.”

“And how far is too far?” I asked, curious.

“Half a mile, at the most.”

“Half a mile! That’s not exactly a stone’s throw away.”

Embarrassed, my new friend licked his whiskers as I looked at him in amazement. I was just about to ask him to make it reappear when an elegant white young queen padded up. She carried something delicately between her teeth.

“Does this belong to you?” she asked after she dropped the item. We all watched it bounce a bit before it rolled to a stop at the feet of the young tomcat. “I would really appreciate it if you wouldn’t drop corks on my head. It is quite disconcerting.”

Mr. Mistoffelees opened his mouth, appalled, as he tried to apologize. “I... I’m so sorry, Vicki,” he stammered. “I didn’t mean... I mean, I didn’t know...” The black cat finished lamely as Victoria gazed at him. He couldn’t tell if she was angry or not. Finally, he just looked at me and said, “I was just showing Wonder a trick. Sorry. I know I really need to practice controlling my magic. Please forgive me?” He gave her a hopeful glance.

Victoria flashed him a grin. “Of course, silly,” she said and he sighed, relieved.

As he did that, she gave me a friendly nod. I smiled at her, knowing she had forgiven him as soon as he called her Vicki. The graceful cat started to walk away when she suddenly flicked her tail at Mr. Mistoffelees’ nose.

“Do not let it happen again.”

I chuckled to myself as I watched the exchange between the two. I noticed my friend’s foolish grin at Victoria’s retreating form as he rubbed his nose and I chuckled again.

“Well, Misto, if that’s how all your corks reappear,” I snickered, “then it’s no wonder you don’t do that trick more often.”

His foolish grin turned into an embarrassed smile. He shook his head and pawed the cork. After a few seconds, he speared it with a golden claw and examined it closely. “Wonder, I know we haven’t known each other long. I mean, you haven’t even told me your Particular name yet. No, no,” he reassured me as I opened my mouth to explain. “I understand. Sometimes it’s hard to give up that name. I never even call Jemima by her Particular name anymore because she prefers not to be called it. Anyway, I need your help.”

I swiveled my ears in surprise. ‘He’s the mystical Mr. Mistoffelees. What could he possibly need my help with?’ I asked myself, even though I had a pretty good idea what it was. When I didn’t answer right away, he turned his head to look at me in earnest. He was so different from the first time I met him.

The small tuxedo patterned cat was one of the first Jellicles that I made friends with. We just clicked. I was instantly drawn to him because he was so quietly mysterious. Also, he didn’t jump all over me, like most of the other males did. I found him to be a fun, if a bit shy, young friend. Being older than him, and practically the same color as him, I though of him as a brother.

“Mistoffelees, I’ll gladly help you in any way,” I said sincerely. “What can I do for you?”

My fellow black furred friend fidgeted, trembling his tail and licking his nose and whiskers. Now that I had given him an answer, he was having trouble trying to figure out what to say. I waited, grooming my glossy black fur since I had nothing better to do.

“Is it about Victoria, perhaps?” I asked casually, knowing that if I didn’t say something, we could be there for hours.

Mistoffelees’ eyes widened as he said, “Are you psychic? You totally read my mind!” He closed his eyes, appearing to concentrate. “What am I thinking now?”

I laughed, “You’re silly. Anyone with even half a brain can tell that you like her a lot.”

“Well, no wonder the Rum Tum Tugger teases me about her, then.”

I looked at him, shocked. He looked at me with a very serious expression. Then we both burst out laughing. I was so amused that I fell over from laughing so hard. After a while, I stopped rolling around and flopped onto my side, elated at having such a delightful friend.

“I haven’t had such a good laugh like that in such a long time,” I chortled.

I sat up and looked down at myself. ‘Now I really need to groom,’ thinking that if I had gotten any dustier, I would look as gray as old Gus.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Mistoffelees offered when I found a matted bit of fur that was difficult to reach. He apparently hadn’t gotten as dirty as I had. Either that or he used his magic to transport the dust on his fur somewhere else. He was spotless. He was a cheater.

“How come you’re so clean all of a sudden?”

“Whatever do you mean, dear Wonder? I was just this way the whole time. Rolling in the dirt is, well... it’s beneath me.” He grinned impishly. “Now, it’s beneath you, too.”

“What the...?” I exclaimed as suddenly all the dirt from my coat vanished. Unfortunately, his little magic caused my fur to stand on end. I gave him a look of pure astonishment.

“You look like you stuck your tail in an electric outlet.” He howled, laughing loudly. He was telling the truth, though. I looked like an Angora sweater that had just been in a tumble dryer.

While he rolled around in glee, he didn’t touch the ground, keeping his beautiful black coat clean. Slightly miffed and very playful, I gathered a bit of dust and threw it at his still chuckling form.

“Bullseye! Gotcha,” I said sweetly as he got hit in the rump.

I started to flatten my fur and he licked himself clean as best he could while still sniggering. When we both finally got our fur back in order, we sat comfortably, leaning on each other.

“Wonder, I must tell you, I have never laughed like that, ever. I never thought I had such a playful side. It was great! And you brought it out in me. Thanks.” It was his turn to gaze at me in awe. I grinned at him and then sighed sadly as I thought of the last cat I laughed so wholeheartedly with. He had said pretty much the same thing to me.

“What’s wrong? Was it something I said?”

“Yes,” I said simply. At his dismayed look, I quickly reassured him. “I’m sorry. What you said just reminded me of my Uncle Spots. He moved with his pets and I just miss him a whole bunch. He was so funny, at least when he wasn’t busy worrying about me.”

“Well, you’ve a new group of friends who will worry about you as much as your Uncle did.”

“Yeah. Wait a moment,” I said, snapping out of my small depression, “Wasn’t I going to help you with your problem?”

“Oh, that. I had hoped you forgotten.” He began to twitch his ears, whiskers, and tail again.

I squinted at him for some time before asking him, “Do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Fidget.”

“I what?”

“You shake like a Chihuahua in the middle of cold season. Does this happen every time you think of Victoria?”

“Do I? By the moon, I think I do. I’ve never noticed. It always seems like I’m frozen in place when I’m near her, though.”

“I can see this won’t be easy. Oh, don’t worry,” I told him when I saw his look of abasement. “She already likes you.” I chuckled as I observed his white face show surprise and virtually light up with unabashed joy. “You’re lucky, half the battle’s won. Now, you have to conquer your own fears and tell her how you feel.”

“Yeah, I can do it. I... I will do it.” He puffed out his chest and put a determined look on. He stood up and started to walk in the direction he saw Victoria go in. Then his whole body began to quiver and small blue sparks flew from his fur. I covered my eyes and peeked out when I heard the crackling sparks stop. Mr. Mistoffelees still had a determined look on his face as he said, “But not today.”

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