Disclaimer: I don't own CATS; however, I do own their owners! Mwaha!

Robin Smith:

Magical Mr. Mistoffelees

Robin opened the door to her parents' house and trudged inside. She had come home from college for the weekend to house-sit for her parents. They were off chaperoning a school field trip to the country with her younger brother, Charlie. Robin had planned to have some of her high school friends over, but that was before she had caught this awful cold. She had probably gotten it from her roommate, Ashleigh; the blonde pysch major had been sneezing and coughing the whole week. With all thoughts of even minor socializing out of the question, Robin could only imagine getting a bottle of water and settling down on the couch to sleep off the cold.

She tossed her duffle bag onto the floor near the couch and walked into the kitchen. It was just as spotless as ever. Her mother never could handle a little dirt in her kitchen.

Robin noticed a piece of her mother's flowered stationary paper with her name on it resting on top of the fruit basket on the counter. She reached over to pick it up and unfolded it.

"Dear Robin,

Hello, honey, it's good to have you home even though we're not there. There's some leftovers in the refrigerator, and I made a couple dinners for you. I put new sheets on your bed so I hope you sleep well and know that we're missing you all the time. We all wish you could be with us.

Love you dearly,

Mom, Da, and Charlie

(Charlie says "Maybe.")

PS-We haven't been able to find Oreo for the past couple of days. Charlie thinks he's run off for good this time, but your father and I think he's just missing you. Do give a call out for him, won't you?"

"Maybe if you didn't insist on naming him after a commercialized cookie, he would listen to you," Robin grumbled. She pushed her thin, black-rimmed glasses farther up on her nose and put the paper down on the counter.

"Mistoffelees, they're gone now," she said as if she were talking to a friend who was right beside her instead of thin air. "You can come out."

In the back of her head, she could imagine her brother's screeching ten-year-old voice, "His name isn't Mistoffelees! It's Oreo!"

Robin was in love with the name Mistoffelees, but the rest of her family hated it vehemently. Her mother seemed to think it was devilish, which Robin thought described Misto's mischievous side perfectly. When the family had adopted Mistoffelees, they had outvoted her in favor of the most horrible of names for the adorable black and white tom: Oreo. Heaven knew that Mistoffelees was not an Oreo at all.

Robin felt something bump up against her right leg and nuzzle her ankle lovingly. The tom cat twined himself in and out of her legs and meowed in welcome. Robin smiled and bent down to rub the top of Mistoffelees' head. "Hey, Misto, how're you?"

Mistoffelees looked up at her with his dark, nearly black eyes as if to say, "Oh, thank God, you're home."

"My family isn't that bad," said Robin. Mistoffelees only stared at her. "Okay, well, they're not that bad besides Charlie."

Mistoffelees bumped his head against the back of her hand insistently, and Robin laughed. The laugh quickly turned into a cough, and she covered her mouth with her hand. Mistoffelees put her front paws on her knee and peered at her, his head cocked to one side. Robin waved him away.

"It's just a cold. I'm fine, no worries," she said. Mistoffelees kneaded his paws against her knee; he obviously was not convinced.

Robin stood up and moved towards the refrigerator. She wasn't really hungry but she thought some water or Coke would do her good. When she opened the refrigerator, the jug of orange juice nearly fell on top of her. She barely caught it before it hit the ground. She raised an eyebrow and closed the fridge door. "Being tricky again, Misto? I suppose orange juice is okay…"

She turned around and was surprised to see that her favorite glass, the one with a picture of Disney's Aristocats stamped onto it, was sitting on the counter. Robin looked from the jug of orange juice to the glass to the black and white tom that was sitting beside the glass.

"Don't think I didn't notice the fur change," Robin said, pointing a finger at Mistoffelees before pouring the orange juice into the glass. "I'm not as dense as you think I am."

Mistoffelees gave a self-satisfied meow and twitched his now completely black tail back and forth. Robin sighed and scratched the little tom underneath his chin. He purred and leaned against her hand.

Robin's family was under the impression that their 'Oreo' was a black cat with a white chest, white face, three white socks, and a patch of white on the tip of his tail who often went missing. They thought that the other cat that roamed around the house, the black tuxedo cat with fur that looked like someone had dumped glitter on it, was someone else's cat entirely, perhaps even a stray. Robin's father had once suggested they send the tuxedo tom to the pound, but Robin had stopped them. She was the only one in the family who knew Mistoffelees' secret.

It had been two years since she had found Mistoffelees. He had been just a kitten, barely six-weeks-old. It was raining when she had left the library that afternoon. When heading out the entrance, she spotted what she thought was a crumpled black hat laying next to the door. She had been about to ignore it when the hat gave the most pathetic little mew and stretched its legs. The kitten had looked up at her with confused, miserable eyes as if to say, "How did I get here?"

Robin swiped up the black tuxedo kitten and held him close. She had known that he wouldn't be able to stay in the library and the librarians were just mean enough to call the pound on him. Robin had taken the kitten home; by the time she got there, white patches had appeared on three of his legs and his tail. She had been shocked by the odd change in fur color, but she had ignored it that time. Her family had let her adopt Mistoffelees and life returned to normal.

However, as Mistoffelees grew older, Robin started to notice that a tuxedo tom was hanging around the house more often. The tom looked exactly like her Mistoffelees had the first she had seen him. Somehow she knew that the tuxedo tom was Mistoffelees; however, she wasn't entirely certain until she saw the change for herself.

Robin had been home alone when the front door started jiggling. It was hours before her family was supposed to be home and there had been a series of break-ins in a nearby neighborhood, so she had been certain that it was some sort of thief trying to get in. Robin had scooped up Misto and headed towards the phone, but her affectionate little cat had other plans.

Mistoffelees had slipped out of her arms, and once on the ground, he went through a rapid change. A ripple went over him and his white fur darkened almost instantly to black. Starlight seemed to collect in his fur, and when he looked up at Robin, his eyes were the most perfect silver. Those oddly-colored eyes seemed to be pleading for her confidence and her silence; Robin kept her mouth shut. When the change was complete, Mistoffelees padded off down the hallway towards the front door. Robin heard what sounded like a series of small explosions and a human yelp. After a few minutes, Mistoffelees trotted back to her, his white patches back in place, and had wrapped himself around her legs. Robin had known since that day that her cat was not an ordinary one.

"I think I'm going to go take a nap," said Robin, setting down her glass on the kitchen counter. Mistoffelees meowed and stood up. He walked along the very edge of the counter until he was right underneath her. He looked up at her with insistent black eyes; he had switched back to his white patched coat while she was drinking her juice.

Robin sighed and picked Mistoffelees up from the countertop. He snuggled into her arms and bumped his head against her chest, demanding attention. "You know, you can be a real baby sometimes."

The look he gave her seemed to say, "Not really. You're the one who needs looking after."

Robin walked into the living room and set Mistoffelees down on the foot rest beside her father's favorite chair. The black and white tom curled up where she had put him but kept his eyes locked on her as if he was afraid she was going to go away again. Robin sighed and sat down on the couch. She felt a little better than she had when she had been driving down here, but she still wanted to sleep. She pulled the quilt off the back of the couch and draped it over herself. Sighing, she reached over and tugged the couch pillow closer. After a while, she drifted off asleep.

Robin woke up a couple hours later to Mistoffelees standing on her shoulder, kneading his paws against her and meowing. She swatted lazily at him and turned over, forcing him to scramble to reposition himself. As Mistoffelees kept yowling, Robin pulled her pillow over her head and straightened her glasses. "Misto, I have a headache. You are nothelping."

Mistoffelees jumped off on her and onto the coffee table. He nudged a small plastic bottle towards the edge of the table and looked at her expectantly.

"What's that?" Robin asked, propping herself up on her elbows. Her eyes raced across the label and she smirked. "Advil? Very clever, Misto, but really, I'm fine. I just need some more sleep." She rolled over and pressed her face into the cloth on the back of the couch.

"Ooof!" Misto had jumped onto her chest. She let out a series of coughs and pushed him off. "Dang it, cat, okay. I'll take the stupid pills, just to make you happy." She picked up the Advil bottle and knocked out a couple of blue pills. She set the bottle down and grabbed the glass of water that was sitting next to the bottle. She popped the pills into her mouth and took a gulp of the water to wash them down.

Finished, Robin laid back down on the couch and glared at Mistoffelees. The black and white tom was laying on the coffee table, his tale curled possessively around one of her little brother's books. She smirked when she read the title; Harry Potter And The Order of the Phoenix, how fitting for her tricky little tom.

"Mistoffelees?" she said softly, lifting her head from the pillow. He looked over at her, his eyes soft and affectionate. "Thank you."

He picked himself up and jumped over onto the couch. He curled up beside her and gave a deep, contented purr. Robin smiled and scratched him underneath his chin before falling back asleep.

A/N: I apologize for having Robin refer to Mistoffelees only as Mistoffelees. My reasoning for this is that she found him when he was in his Misto-black-fur state so she would have thought of him as Mistoffelees. I really do love both Mistoffelees and Quaxo though. Also, if anyone's wondering, I feel that the owners know the Jellicles' names because the Jellicles want them to. I don't really know how this works, but you know how when you name something because it feels like it should have that name, even if it sounds funny? That's what this is like.