A/N: I don't own CATS. If something is in italics, then it is a thought.

How could she? What was she thinking? He doesn't like her. He just wants to use her. If he hurts her, I'll tear him apart! Whoa. What the…? I'm not a violent cat! But why is she spending time with other toms when she could be with me? Huh? Nothing's making sense…

A large calico tom was sitting on top of his box staring at something in the distance. He was miserable and didn't know why. What caught his attention were the two cats curled up around each other on the tire. One was an arrogant maned tom and the other…was gorgeous. His brown eyes met hers and she looked confused.

Wait, 'gorgeous'. Where did that come from? When did I decide she was gorgeous? And since when do I care if she spends time with me? She's just my friend, right? What's happening!