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Note - Luchadores Maximos is the creation of Cgdurck. Thanks! Cat and Mouse: The Grandparents By Bluto "Well," Gaby thought, "for someone called The Medium, I'm sure being surprised a lot lately." And an unwelcome surprise it was, indeed, as she stared at Mr. and Mrs. Montana, parents of one Mickey Montana, better known as Mick Montana, but now known simply as Micki, because Mick Montana no longer exists. No, 28-year-old male, detective and superhero Mick Montana was now apparently a 2-year-old, simply adorable, female Micki, only recently weaned from her mother's generous breast. Gaby was at a total loss as to what to do. "Hey, Cat, there's someone at the door you ought to see," was the only thing Gaby could think to say. "Who the fuck is it?" "Ah, it's Mick's parents." "Shit!" Mr. and Mrs. Montana looked at each other in bewilderment as they heard a loud commotion in their son's apartment. No one had yet thought to ask them in. "Now see here, I own this building, you know, and I have a key to this apartment," Mr. Montana said in an irritated voice. "I was courteous enough to knock before using that key and my wife and I would like to be shown some courtesy in return." There was a moment's hesitation, then the door was swung wide open by a smiling Cat. "Mom, Dad, how rude of me," she said, with a deep bow. "Please, come in, come in. Mick told me you guys were on the West Coast now." The Montanas walked into the apartment and regarded Cat with some reserve. She was more than six-feet-tall in her big, bare feet, while both the Montanas were under five feet. To them it was something like being greeted by a hungry Ogre before dinner. "I take it you are the Katherine that Mick has written to us about?" Mr. Montana asked, as he craned his neck to try to see the cat women's face around her enormous bosom. "From what he wrote you two were good friends, but it looks like you've moved in." "Oh, well, ha, ha, I have my own apartment on the second floor," Cat said. "I just find it more convenient to stay here sometimes." "Oh my Goodness!" The cry of joy came from Mrs. Montana. She had just spotted Micki. "Mrs. Andrette said Katherine and Mickey had a baby and there she is! Oh, oh she looks just like my Mickey when he was a baby! Come to me babydoll, I'm your grandmother!" Mrs. Montana crushed little Micki in her arms and slobbered kisses all over her. Mick, who really hadn't yet figured out how he was going to handle the situation, was overwhelmed by his mother's enthusiasm, as he had often been in the past. "What is this child wearing? It looks like rags, somebody's hand-me- downs. Katherine, how can you let her run around like this?" "Uh? Er, well, she grows so fast, you know? I get one outfit for her and the next thing you know it's too small. Why it seems like just yesterday she was still in diapers." "Actually, it was three days ago," Gaby corrected. "Hush, Gaby," Cat said, with a snarl. "You don't want to confuse the Montanas do you?" "What I want to know is where is that son of mine. Mrs. Andrette said nobody has seen him for weeks. Even that nice boy, Mr. Greao, told me he had no idea were Mick was." "Mick's on a case," Cat lied, "a very big, very secret case - out of the country - in Eastern Europe - something to do with an inheritance. They sent him because he's familiar with the language, thanks to Mama Montana, of course. May not be back for a month or more." "So it's business, you say," Mr. Montana said. "Strange that Mick didn't tell us about it. Or about the little one there. By the way, what's her name?" "Yeah, how about that," Cat said. "She's named Micki, like her Daddy, only with an 'i' instead of an 'ey.' She just kind of popped up out of nowhere, ha, ha. Neither of us were too interested in getting married, you know, and we already lived in the same building so we just kind of drifted along, the nuclear family of the new millennium. Yeah. Anybody seen Caesar?" Micki realized that Cat was dying and decided to do something to relieve the pressure. "Gwanmaw, Gwanpaw, I wov oo'." The Montanas were instantly reduced to melted butter. "Aw, she is soooo cute," Mrs. Montana gushed, as she unleashed another five minutes of slobbering kisses on the transformed detective. "Look, it's pretty obvious that you young people are lacking in the finance department," Mr. Montana said. "The Mrs. and I are going to take the little princess to the finest stores in Manhattan and get her some clothes and some toys and whatever else she might want. I know Mick is proud and would never ask us for help, but what else are grandparents for?" "Yeah, Mom, Pop, why don't you do that? I'll stay here and clean up the dump a bit. Where are you folks staying?' "We're in our usual room at the Plaza," Mr. Montana said. "Tell you what, why don't you and Ms. - Gaby, was it? - join us there for an early dinner, let's say six o'clock? That way we don't have to be in any big hurry to get this little lady back to you. Would that be OK?" "Sure. Gaby didn't have any big plans for tonight, did you, Gaby?" "Well, actually..." "No, of course she didn't," Cat interrupted. "We'll meet you in the lobby." "Excellent. Come on Micki, let's go." Mick toddled along with his parents, full of mixed emotions. He was happy to see them after so long, but he wondered how long he could keep up the act of not knowing them. Plus, he'd been on shopping trips with his Mom before and she was an exhaustive shopper, one who had to try everything twice and then argue about the price before she bought anything. Looked like it was going to be a long afternoon. *** The Commander was not happy. "Once again the scheisse cat woman has spoiled our plans," he fumed to the gathered members of the Destroyers. "Is she so much better than any of you? For Christ's sake, she's a nursing mother and she still whipped our asses." "You mean she whipped my zhopa, don't you?" the Weapons Master said, from his portable hospital bed. "If the rest of you were there we might have had a chance. But you, my dear Commander, said we didn't all need to take part. Let the robots do the heavy work, you said. Bah! Do chorta!" Normally the Commander would have killed the Weapons Master on the spot for such comments, but he had to agree. It wasn't his plan, after all. No, once again he had to take the blame for a failed scheme from The Master. He was beginning to tire of his boss' incompetence, so he simply changed the subject. "We should be getting some new recruits soon who are on a new experimental drug routine that is said to increase strength five-fold. Let us see what they can do against the Cat, yes?" "She will chew them up and spit them out, patowee!" Junk Yard Sal said. "The Blue Ninja is our best fighter. Why not let him use the drug?" "Because it is EXPERIMENTAL, woman, and the Ninja is too valuable to this team to experiment with. We will see if it is safe and effective first. If it is, then any of you who wants to use it will be welcome to. Dismissed!" The Commander made his way to his secure sanctum sanctorum and dutifully contacted the Master. He found himself hating this part of his obligations more and more each day. The HDTV screen shimmered into electronic life and there in his expensive business suit was the hooded Master. But, for the first time since they started this communication routine, the Master wasn't alone. There was a hulking figure in the background, partially obscured by the shadows, but the Commander knew someone else was there. "Ah, Commander, so nice to see you again, my friend," the Master said, with his usual false sociability. "How is that dear Weapons Master doing, eh? Is he resting well?" "A fat lot you care, Mr. M. He's lucky to be alive. That damn Cat threw him off the roof like he was yesterday's garbage. He'd be dead if not for his armor and padding and captured if not for the fast work of EXO1. When are you going to send me someone who can take care of that bitch?" "Someone who can beat the Cat, eh? That will be harder than you may know, because the Cat is a rare lady indeed. In fact, it will mean fighting fire with fire." "What are you getting at, Master? You told me when she first appeared you didn't know what the source of her power was. Are you saying you know now? And who's that in the shadows behind you?" "Ah, your eyes are as sharp as ever, I see. So many questions, but they have only one answer. You will learn that answer, my friend, when the time is right and not a minute before. This conversation is ended." The Commander stared at the blank screen for a long time after the Master finished. He didn't know why, but whoever that was in the room with his leader gave him the creeps. He wasn't sure if this new element would be a good thing for the Destroyers or a turn for the worse. *** Six O'Clock rolled around and Nicky and Tony were in the lobby of the Plaza Hotel, waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Montana and the rest of the gang. "Whew, dis is one classy joint, Nicky. Do ya think I look OK?" Tony Bass was dressed in a dark blue ball gown with one exposed shoulder. He carried a matching purse and wore blue Emilio Pucci heels. Nicky didn't see anything wrong with what Tony had on, but he did have the uneasy feeling that something was different about his cousin and he didn't know what. "Eh Tony, have you changed your make-up? I don't know why but you seem different to me somehow." "Well Nicky, maybe it's my nose. I looked at myself in da mirror dis morning an' I noticed that it ain't broke anymore. Sure makes it easier to breath, I tell ya." "Ah there you are, Nicky," Mr. Montana said. "I'm glad you and your cousin were able to come. After I invited everybody else I thought I should invite you as well. After all, you are Mick's best friend, aren't you?" "That I am, sir. But you really don't have to pay for Tony and me." "Nonsense. I've got plenty of money and precious little to spend it on. The pleasure is all mine." Katherine and Gaby had come early to get a look at what Mr. and Mrs. Montana bought Micki during their shopping spree and had found the grandparents' room full of their purchases. The tags were from FOA Schwartz, Saks Fifth Avenue, Bonwitt Teller - some of the fanciest stores Manhattan had to offer. The Montanas had bought Micki dozens of dresses and skirts and blouses and panties and shoes and socks and hats and scrunches and shorts and bathing suits and tights and blankets and whatever else a two-year-old girl could need. They also invested in a ton of toys, stuffed animals and dolls, both the educational variety and the strictly-fun type. They even bought her a growth chart to put up on a wall in Mick's apartment. Current height: 3 feet, weight: 40 pounds. "Damn, they must have spent 20 grand," Cat said, when she was able to get her "daughter" alone. "They're going to have to rent a van to get it all to your apartment. It's a shame most of this stuff's going to be too small in a matter of weeks." "I twied to get them ta swo down, but dey woudn't wisen ta me," Micki said. "I did tawk dem into buyin' most of dis stuff a cup'a sizes too big. I couwd hav done wit'out da buiwding bwocks and da Bawbee dows, too." "Are you crazy, fool? I love Barbie! I wish my folks had bought me some more of them when I was a kid, but they were always like 'money doesn't grow on trees you know, Katherine.' Tell you what, squirt, you keep the Power Puff Girls and Sesame Street items and I'll keep the Barbies. Deal?" "Deaw, Cat, you gweedy ting." "So, tell me, Sweetie, how are you adjusting to being a little girl?" "How do you tink? It's a twip, man. It's unweea. Dwessing wike a gur does not pwepare you for bein' one, especiawee one who can't ewen tawk stwait." "Aw, poor baby," Cat said, as she kindly patted Micki's head. "I hope you believe me when I say none of this was my idea. I could feel my control slipping further and further away the longer I stayed in heat. All I could think about was sex...with you." "It's awwight, Cat. I don't bwame you. I wa' purtty out a' it too, untia a dey or two ago. Aw I can wemember is suckin' on you'a titty." But, deep down in her heart, the part of Micki that was still Mick DID blame Cat for his current situation and wished he had never laid eyes on the cat woman. It was a resentment that was boiling and festering under the surface and that one day would indeed erupt. Dinner was in The Palm Court, the Plaza's prestigious European-style restaurant, and, while tux and tails were no longer required, everyone was expected to be well-dressed. Gaby surprised her friends by arriving in a Louis Verdad original. It was black, of course, but it was tres chic. Cat was able to dig something out of her wardrobe that didn't look too slutty or too dowdy. Women with extremely large breasts like hers tend to look dumpy when they dress conservatively, so it was a real chore to find something that was flattering but not scandalous. Micki was turned out in a tiny white party dress her grandparents had bought that afternoon. Her diminutive size combined with her extremely cute looks turned every head in the room and the waiters were effusive with their compliments. The Montanas were dressed tastefully, as always, while Nicky was dapper in a powder blue suit. And then there was Tony. The former wiseguy looked like something from an Alexis Smith movie circa 1955. He even wore white opera gloves and carried a long-stemmed red rose. He came on Nicky's arm and they actually looked like a couple -- except that Tony, the supposed female, was a head taller than Nicky. "Oh my Gawd," Gaby said, under her breath. "Well, here's hoping Tony can carry it off." They sat at a large table and Mr. Montana relayed everyone's order to the waiter in French. Micki's order raised a few eyebrows. "Mr. Montana, that's the biggest steak they've got," Nicky said. "Are you sure she can eat all that?" "Ha, ha. This little girl ate five cheeseburgers and a large fry for lunch and she finished what was left of her grandmother's fish sandwich," Mr. Montana said. "I bet her she couldn't eat the biggest steak they have here tonight and she took me on. No wonder you have trouble keeping her in clothes if the child eats like that all the time!" "I don't know, dear," Mrs. Montana said. "It's not good for a little girl to eat so much. Why, she could wind up with childhood obesity or something. And I really don't think it's healthy for her to eat it rare." "Nonsense, Magdalena. I ate like a horse when I was a kid and I never gained an ounce. Besides, she's solid as a rock. I've never seen a child so young with such firm muscles." "Yeah, and she got something else you don't see on many children as well," Mrs. Montana said. "She's got a tail." Cat spit her water far enough to douse the center piece. "Cough! Sputter! Yes, well, I suspect that comes from my side of the family," she said. "Katherine," Mr. Montana said, as he lowered his voice to a loud whisper, "I don't know if this is the right time or place but I have to ask you something. Are you The Cat, the superhero with the Protectors?" Everyone at the table put Cat in the spotlight and she shifted uneasily in her seat. "Why do you ask that, Dad?" she said. "Well, Mrs. Andrette said it was common knowledge in the apartment building from the time The Cat first tried out for the Protectors on television that you two were the same person. Then you have Micki there and the next thing you know Cat shows up on television nursing a baby, well, that was too much of a coincidence. And, of course, there is the matter of the tail. Apparently, you never have done a very good job of hiding it." Cat once again cursed Malato-Zu. "She's the one who made me take Micki to that meeting," she thought. "Damn, I just wasn't thinking right." "OK, Dad, Mom, you got me! I am the ever loving Cat. Jeez, does half of Manhattan Island know?" "Now don't worry, Dear," Mrs. Montana said. "Mrs. Andrette said everyone in the building has promised not to tell anyone else who you are. They felt you wanted your privacy and, for that matter, they didn't want reporters or super-villains snooping around, so they have no reason to tell." "Not even Mrs. Dobson's little brat?" "Not even her, Katherine." "Huh, well, I guess it's alright, then," Cat said. "Have they figured out who Mouse is?" "You know, that's strange," Mr. Montana said. "Half the neighbors think it's Mick in drag and half of them think it's someone else. Would you care to tell us who the Mouse is?" "I think it's best that that remains a mystery for now," Cat said. "The Protectors have to keep some secrets, you know." The fact that Gaby was The Medium never came up. Whether it was because the Montanas were being polite or whether she just wasn't important enough to speculate about, she didn't know. By now the food had arrived and everyone dug in with gusto. Cat and Micki ate their bloody steaks like seasoned trenchermen, even going so far as to lick the plates until Mr. Montana cleared his throat disapprovingly. While the adults enjoyed after-dinner coffee or sherry, Micki stole leftovers from their plates before the waiters could clear the dishes. "I'm glad you made her wear that napkin, Mrs. Montana," Gaby said. "Otherwise she would have gotten food stains all over that pretty little dress, fer sure." It was time to go and Micki hugged and kissed her "grandparents" good- by. Then Mr. Montana reached into his wallet and gave Micki a $100 bill. "She won the bet, so it's hers, fair and square. See you again soon, sweetheart." *** WEEK THREE Several days later the Montanas were still in New York City and Cat and Micki had formed a routine. Grandma and Grandpa would arrive early and pick up Micki for a day of fun - the Bronx Zoo, Jones Beach, a ride up the Hudson to Bear Mountain, the movies, and shopping, always plenty of shopping. Meanwhile, Cat would work at rebuilding some of the bridges she almost destroyed while Malato-Zu had the upper hand. That meant plenty of time at Protectors HQ helping with restoration work from the last Destroyers attack and even time at the Glamour Boutique helping Nicky and Tony. She made a sincere effort to tone down her aggressive personality because she knew both of the cousins had ample reasons to hate her. It seemed to be working with Tony, although she wasn't sure how much of it was due to her efforts and how much was because of his therapy. Nicky, however, was a different matter. As urbane and nonchalant as he tried to be, Cat could detect a seething hostility that he wasn't hiding very well. There was a coolness and an indifference to her that had never been there before. Even when she brought him her costume for some minor adjustments, his work was utilitarian, his attitude, perfunctory. "OK Cat, this ought to fit better now that your tits aren't full of milk anymore," he said, as he handed her the costume in a wardrobe box. "Will there be anything else?" "No Nicky, dear, that's all," she said. "Tits, eh? I thought you were rather fond of my breasts at one time." "Oh, just for curiosity sake, Cat. You know, as a gay boy I don't really go in for such things. I guess Mick will have some mammoth tits of his own one day, won't he, seeing as how he's becoming a copy of you." "Nicky, I'm sorry if you..." "Oops, I see a big-spending customer being neglected," Nicky interrupted. "I need to take care of her right away. See you next time, Ms. Cat." Nicky ran off and Cat was almost in tears when Tony gently touched her shoulder. "He's gonna have a hard time forgivin' an' forgettin', Katherine. He had some big plans for him and Mick an' those plans didn't include Mick havin' a pussy." Cat hugged the former thug tightly, then wiped her eyes with a handkerchief from Tony's purse. "Was Mick aware of those plans?" she asked. "Naw, Nicky was too big a coward to tell Mick how he felt, an' I don't think Mick really wanted to know. I think cuz was fooling himself if he thought there was a chance for him an' Mick to ever be anything but good friends." "But, now that it looks like Mick is going to grow up to be a woman, couldn't Nicky view that as an opportunity? I mean, Mick already likes Nicky and there's no issue of same sex sex anymore." "Cat, dat might seem logical to you or to me, but not to Nicky. Nicky is a h-o-m-o-s-e-x-u-a-l. He wants to make love to someone with a DICK, which Mick ain't got no more. No cazzone, no gats, just like me. Maybe I can talk him into talkin' to my councilor. I swear she's done wonders for me. You done a lot more to me than to Nicky boy an' I don't hate ya at all." Cat didn't tell Tony, but she doubted Nicky would ever agree to go to his councilor. Mick had told her about Nicky's suspicions that the councilor was hypnotizing Tony. So she decided to talk about something else. "My, Tony, that is a flattering hairstyle you have now." "Like it? I did it myself. The beautician here is givin' me some lessons an' it's really fun. I could do yours sometime if you'd like." "Hey, that's all your own hair, isn't it," Cat said as she examined Tony's 'do more closely. "You aren't using the extensions anymore." "Don't need 'em. Strangest thing. I go to bed one night and the next morning I got hair down to my shoulders. I tell ya' long hair is a chore, but you already know that, don't ya?" "Er, true, so true, sweetie. Oh look at the time. I promised to visit the Ole Perfesser's house in Spanish Harlem today and the afternoon is almost gone. See you later, hon." Cat left the boutique and headed north in the PT Cruiser. Mick had no need for it now and agreed to let Cat use the car - at least until Micki looked old enough to drive again. She arrived at the old tenement building and found a fairly convenient place to park. She got out and sniffed the air and was happy she didn't detect Hermoso's scent anywhere. She doubted he would have any desire to confront her today after the way Micki tore him up last week. But if he was foolish enough to face her after threatening Micki with a gun, well, Cat was afraid she would kill the punk this time and she didn't want another death on her conscience. Not now. Cat was expecting Diego to pop out of the shadows with his usual ebullience, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a younger fellow came out of the building to greet her. "Cat, good to see you," he said. "Come on in, Pop Pop is waiting for you upstairs." Cat was taken aback. "This handsome youngster acts like he knows me," she thought. "Must be one of the grandkids I haven't met yet because his scent is strange to me." They entered the top floor apartment to be greeted by the Perfesser, Gaby and Diego all sitting in the living room with some cool drinks. Cat was offered some ice tea, which she gratefully accepted and took her place on the sofa. "So, who's this, Perfesser," she said, pointing at the youth who had accompanied her into the room. "Another grandchild I haven't met before?" "Oh this is a grandchild, yes, but you have met him before," the Perfesser said, with a twinkle in his eye. "This is Lupe." "What the fuck?" was all Cat could say at first. Then she gathered her wits. "I mean, what the fuck? This kid is at least six inches taller than Guadeloupe and looks at least five years older," she said. "He doesn't have Lupe's scent either and besides all that, he's a DUDE." "He is also about 20 pounds heavier than Lupe, but he is Lupe. Remember, Lupe was already half 'dude,' as you might say. Apparently, she just needed the proper stimulus to become all dude. And that stimulus was provided by your milk, my dear Ms. Cat. Apparently, that small amount regurgitated by Micki the other day that Lupe inadvertently swallowed was enough to trigger a change." "But that's all screwed up," Cat said. "My milk - and, other things - turn men into women, not vice versa. Shouldn't Lupe be all female now?" "So, it's true," Lupe interrupted. "Micki is actually the Mouse. And she was a man. And I thought she was your daughter or your sister. Oh, it's so confusing, why didn't somebody tell me about this before?" "Would you have believed it if we had told you before?" Diego asked. "Hell, we could hardly believe it ourselves." "I guess that makes sense," Lupe said. "And, by the way, as long as I look like this, maybe you should just call me Lue." Cat was appalled but fascinated by what her milk had done. Lue still looked sort of like Lupe, but with a whole new confidence in his bearing that was never present in the shy Lupe. While Lupe seemed small for her age, Lue looked at least 11, maybe even older. His frame had stretched out virtually overnight, but his hair was the same length as before." "Lupe, Lue, have you decided what you're going to do now?" Cat asked. "This has got to be pretty overwhelming." "I'm not going to spend all day just hanging around this building looking at the Discovery Channel and the Animal Planet and "The Wild Thornberrys" like I used to, that's for sure. I want to get out and see the world, I want to go to school, I want to join a gym, to see if there are some unique abilities I might have. I don't have to be afraid to take my clothes off in front of other people anymore. I want to explore myself!" "All in good time, young man," the Perfesser said. "We need to find out more about your condition first and that means a complete physical by a doctor before anything else. Then I'm going to ask you to hang around here for a few more days until we're sure this change is permanent. Then we're going to have to get you some clothes, as I'm sure you don't want to continue wearing Diego's hand-me-downs." "Are you having trouble adjusting to being a boy?" Gaby asked. "Not really," Lue said. "Like, I've always had a wee wee, I've just kind of ignored it in the past, the better to pass as a girl. Sure, I usually wore dresses, but I don't think I was all that girlie, was I?" "I always thought you were a cute little girl, but I guess those days are gone," Cat said. "And once again it's my fault." "Stop blaming yourself, Katherine. We all know you were not in control." Just then, both Cat's and Gaby's Protector alarms went off. "Protector's emergency, Cat, did you bring your costume?" "It's in the car, Gaby, let's go!" *** The emergency was non-Destroyer-related this time. A gang of sea-going thieves had tried to rob a gambling ship as it returned from its trip to international waters and was holding off the police boats with heavy weapons fire. They were gathering the passengers in hopes of using them as hostages when they saw a curious sight. A little robot dog was approaching them on its tiny wheels. "Where the fuck did that come from?" the gangleader asked. "I don't know boss, but it looks like that dumb robot the Protectors use. I seen it on TV." "[Please surrender and do not harm the passengers]," Rover said, in his strange electronic voice. "Or what, tin can? Billy, DJ look for that stupid Mr. Fix-it character. He's the one who controls this toy and he has to be nearby to do it. Hey, Fix-it! Use that laser beam in your metal mutt's nose and we start shooting passengers!" "[I will not use the laser]," Rover said. "Well now, that's smart." "[I do not have to]," Rover said, and then released a powerful stream of teargas. With that, Cat, Nightman and the Girl Goliath, who had secretly boarded the ship while the robot kept the bad guys occupied, tore into the crying crooks before they could recover and harm anyone. That quickly ended the potential hostage situation without a shot being fired. "Good work, Fix-it," Nightman said, over his Protectors communicator. "Your improved remote control device worked like a charm. Now that you don't have to be close to Rover to operate him, I hope to use him on a lot more cases." Indeed, Mr. Fix-it was miles away back at the HQ with the still-laid-up Arrow. Nightman was also still limping from injuries sustained during the Madison Square Garden affair, but he insisted on leading the rescue. The Protectors had boarded the ship using another one of Fix- it's creations; a speedboat that utilized stealth technology to practically disappear from radar, sonar and visual sightings. The Medium had driven the boat expertly. After the cruise ship docked, Nightman was kept busy reporting to the authorities, while the other Protectors answered questions from the public and press. As one would suspect, most of the attention was given to Cat. Her enthusiastic fighting style and uninhibited personality - not to mention her over-ripe` figure - had struck a cord with the public in general and geeky teen-aged males in particular. She was surrounded by admirers and autograph-seekers until a rather rude video crew elbowed its way through. "Hello Ms. Cat," said an overweight fellow with a five-o'clock shadow, who looked and smelled as if he hadn't bathed in several days. "We are live on the Harold Crupper show. Harold is your biggest fan and when he heard you were at the docks he sent us down here with a satellite feed. Put on these headphones, doll, and you can talk to Harold now." "Aaaa, Cat, hello baby," a voice said through the headphones. "Hey, should we put those phones on the ears on the top of your mask or where we think your real ears might be? "The ears on the top of mah mask might be mah real ears, Harold. You nevah know." "Ha, ha, ha aw Ms. Cat, or should I call you Lotta? Ha, that was a good one at your Protectors try-out. When I heard that line I knew you were going to be my kind of superhero." "Ah got a million of 'em, Harold. And, might ah say, good luck on all yoah pendin' lawsuits." "Yes indeed, the price of fame, that and the FCC. Pussy Cat, in the short time you've been in the public eye you've caught the imagination of the unwashed masses. You don't seem to be afraid of anything and you've never been beaten in a fight. Plus you've got just about the biggest rack I've ever seen." "They'a 48 EEE, Honey. Believe me, it ain't easy fightin' super villains with tits like these in the way. And they'a all sho 'nuff real." "Well you proved that when you breastfed your baby on camera last week. Where is she, by the way? Any chance of a repeat performance? And, by the way, who's the father?" "Sorry, Harold, she's been weaned and ah've stopped lactatin'. An' if ah tell ya any more about mah baby or her daddy ah'll have ta kill ya, tee hee." "Damn! I was going to ask for a drink myself, right from the source." "And believe me, Harold, if ah had any milk left in these juggies ah'd be happy to give it to you, oh yes. Ah'd like to see the look on yoah face after you got a taste." "Well, enough wishful thinking, I did have a few more questions. First off, since you've been giving out statistics already, how tall are you and how much do you weigh?" "Well ah declare, Harold, you are a nosy sum bitch, ain't you? Most girls wouldn't answer those questions, but then ah ain't most girls, am ah? Last ah looked ah was 6'1'' and 220 pounds." "Jesus, you sure don't look like you weigh that much, Cat. That's more than that fat guy taping you there weighs." "Muscle is a lot heavier than fat, Harold, and ah'm pretty much all muscle. Or didn't ya'll know that?" "You were out of the limelight for a couple of weeks, then you come back with a nursing baby. That outfit you wear is pretty unforgiving and I don't remember you looking like you were pregnant. What's up with that?" "Well, anyone who's had a pet cat knows that they hardly show at all befoah they drop, unless they have a really big litter. Ah only had one kitten, so she took up hardly any space at all. And you know how cats like to hide their'a babies until the time is right to bring 'em out." "Actually, I never had a cat. Are you really from the South? I've noticed that your accent seems to come and go at times." "Oh, I am from the South, but I must admit that I sometimes lay on the accent a little thicker than other times. I can talk just like a Yankee if I want to." "Fascinating. And what's with the name - Cat? I mean, isn't that pretty clich?, naming a female superhero after a feline? In the comic books alone you've got Catwoman, Panthra, Tigra, She-Cat, a couple of Black Cats, a couple of Cheetahs, the Three Little Kittens and more." "Well, Honey, I didn't chose this you know, that was my Daddy's fault," Cat answered. "I mean what would you have preferred? That he'd fed me experimental dog food? Then I'd be The Bitch, ready to take a bite out'a crime." "Oh, she got ya there," said one of Harold's studio toadies with a laugh. "All right let's go to the most important question, Pussy. What would it take for me to get you to come on the show and take off your top? I mean, we've all seen the goods already so it's no big deal, right?" Nightman, who had finished his de-briefing and was watching the interview with some interest started vigorously shaking his head "no." Cat thought for a moment, and smiled. "Tell you what, big boy. Ah expressed some of my breast milk before ah went dry and have it in a freezer back home. You drink a baby bottle full of that milk on camera and I'll gladly take off my top for your show." "Drink mother's milk? Sounds kinky. I'll tell YOU what. I'll ask my listeners to call in and we'll have a poll. Should Harold drink the breast milk or not? I'll let you know the results next week." "Ah'll be watin', sugah pie." Cat took off the headphones and saw a fuming Nightman staring a hole in her. "If you set one foot on that vile show I will see to it that you are off the Protectors that same day. I think we've allowed you a lot of slack, young lady, but I don't care how good you are, taking off your top on that slimeball's show would be going way past the limit." "Calm down, Ted. Ah have no intention of taking mah top off on his show." "Well, see that you don't!" Cat smiled and walked away. "But what if I put on a little private show for Mr. Crupper," she thought, "just to see what happens if he drinks that milk? Hmmm." Later, at the HQ, the Arrow sought out the Cat. "Nice work out thera taday, Cat. Ah see you let some of the others have a crack at the bad guys dis time, instead of hogging all the action for yourself as usual." "Well suh, ah just got ma nails done today an' ah didn't want to chance breakin' one on some criminal's hard head." "Yeah, OK. Look herea, have you had a chance ta talk to Ms. Toni yet? Ah mean, ah haven't heard a thang from the lady since ah gave her dat note." "Well now, Ms. Toni is sho nuf a shy young thang. Quiet as a church mouse, she is. Ah swear ah believe the girl is still a virgin, she nevar even moved out of her mama's house. She's probly just scared of the attentions of such a worldly wise gentleman as yourself, is all." "Ah'm..." the Arrow replied, in such a low voice that even Cat wasn't sure what he said. "What's dat? What did you say?" "Ah'm still a virgin ma self, damn it. Ah always been so busy fightin' an' travelin' an' such that I nevah got around to doin' anythang wit'girls." "That would explain a lot," Cat thought. "You tell dat girl, you tell her dat ah understand how she feels and dat thera is no pressure. It'll be a long time until ah'm outa dis wheelchair, so tell her to take her time. Ah can wait. An' don't you dare tell anyone else about that virgin thang, you hear?" "Wouldn't dream of it, sugah. By the way, just what is it about Toni that you like so much? You haven't even seen her face." The Arrow smiled. "Ah like the air of mystery." Before she left HQ, Cat had another word with Nightman. "Ah conveyed yoar concerns to ma sister ovar the phone yesterday an' she wants to talk to you directly to let you know everythin' is aw'right. Can she call you durin' the reglar meetin' this Friday?" "Wonderful, Cat. That's just what we need to clear the air." Cat had an idea. *** Micki and her grandparents had just returned from Sandy Hook, New Jersey, and a day in the sand and the sea. They were sure the energetic little girl was going to be red and sunburned because she was too impatient to wait for the doting Mrs. Montana to apply proper sunscreen, but, as she dressed for the return trip to Mick's apartment, it was apparent her skin was as perfectly smooth and silky as ever. "You are a lucky little girl," Mrs. Montana said, as she brushed and combed Micki's luxurious hair. "If you keep on like this you might never need to use beauty creams when you grow up. Your father always had nice skin, too, but never this nice." Micki smiled to herself as she sat in her Powerpuff Girls panties, which were getting noticeably tight. She had started this week with the Montanas with some mixed feelings, but she had to admit it had been a wonderful experience. There never seemed to be enough time for her when she was Mick Montana and her doting grandparents were his slightly neglectful parents. Mr. Montana was an award-winning jockey and when he wasn't racing or training horses he was moving from track to track as the season waxed and waned. Magdalena, Mrs. Montana, stayed at their home with Mick, but she was always involved with teaching and community activities. Now they were both semi-retired and at his beck and call. Only now, he was a she! Micki sighed when she thought of the irony of this situation. Just when Mick Montana was prepared to give up his role as a cross-dressing superhero he was changed into a female for real. But being changed into a baby and then a toddler wasn't so bad, actually. He spent most of his time as a baby at Cat's giant breast, spaced out on her powerful milk. And as a two- or three-year-old, there really wasn't that much difference between being a boy or a girl; no tits, no periods, and in both cases the tiny genitals are strictly for urination and nothing else. Sitting on the toilet to pee took a little getting used to, but that was a minor detail. However, little Micki was growing up fast and Mick knew it. "What happens when I reach puberty?" Micki thought. "At the rate I'm going, that will only take a couple of months. Cat has a body like a Hugh Heffner wet dream and I'm supposed to become a copy of her. Sure, I sometimes got hit on when I disguised myself as a woman before, but I could always blow off the advances, take off the wig and dress, and go about my business as a man. But if I look anything like Cat, I'm going to drive men wild and I won't be able to simply walk away from it. How am I going to handle that?" "Micki, you look like your mind is a thousand miles away, Honey," Mr. Montana said, as he entered the bedroom of their deluxe Plaza Hotel suite. "A penny for your thoughts." "Oh, I wath jus' tinkin' if I woud wather be a movie sta' or a zuper hewo when I gwo up." "Ha, ha, ha, I'd go for movie star if I were you, kid," Mr. Montana said, as he picked up Micki and threw her in the air. "It's a lot safer and the money is a lot better." "Lord knows she'll have the looks to be a movie star, Monti," Mrs. Montana said, as she tried to recapture Micki so she could dress her. "I was kind of hoping she would want to be a professional gymnast. In the short time she has been with me she has learned moves I couldn't teach most teenage girls. She is phenomenal." "Yes, but look who her parents are," Mr. Montana said. "Do you really think it would be fair for her to compete against normal girls?" "What do you mean, normal?" Mrs. Montana asked, defensively. "Are you implying that my granddaughter is some kind of freak?" "No, Mother, not at all, but, she does have a tail, you know. I just wonder what the other parents would think of having their daughters compete against the daughter of The Cat? There is no way any of them could even come close to her in ability." Mrs. Montana started sobbing and Micki rubbed her hands in sympathy. "It's not fair, baby. You can't help who you are. You ought to be allowed to do anything you want." "Maggie, why get yourself all worked up now?" Mr. Montana asked. "The child is only two. It will be a long time before we have to face such issues." Micki rolled her eyes, but not in a way that the Montanas could see her do it. The hour was getting late and it was time for Micki to go back to her "mother." The Montanas would be checking out in the morning for an early flight back to their home in Southern California. Mr. Montana was scheduled for some exhibition rides at several California parks and Mrs. Montana had volunteered to personally train some Olympic team members in the area. There were hugs and smiles and tears all around as the grandparents left Mick's apartment building. "Bye-bye, my princess. We'll try to see you again in the Fall." "Bye-bye, Gwanma, Gwanpa. I wov you." And away the Montanas went. "OK, 'Mom', how do we expwain to dem what they're goin' ta see in da Faw?" Micki asked. "'Daughter'," Cat answered. "We will have to cross that bridge when we get to it." *** With the exception of increased security, the regular Friday meeting of The Protectors Inc. was a routine affair. Repairs to the meeting room were almost complete and the destroyed security systems had been replaced. For good measure, an armored personnel carrier was placed in front of the building, while two helicopters armed with missiles circled overhead to intercept any sabotage attempts. While the meeting would still be televised, Nightman insisted that only vital personnel be allowed to attend in person this time and each Protector be limited to one guest. Cat brought Micki along and Gaby had listed Tony Bass as her guest so the little tyke would have someone to watch her while "mommy" was busy. Cat was in full costume again, while Tony wore his customary hood (although it was pink with sequins this time) and Micki wore a hat and jumper straight out of Madeline. Tony and Micki arrived late, so Robichaux didn't have time to talk to his "mystery woman" before things got started. He did, however, agree to list Tony as his guest because The Medium couldn't show for some reason. "I want to thank all of you for coming to this regularly scheduled meeting of The Protectors, Inc.," Nightman said, as he called everyone to order. "Security is unusually tight because of the attack that took place during our last meeting, so we will try to speed through the agenda." The usual business was taken care of, with the addition of a report on the foiled cruise ship robbery. It was also decided to postpone tryouts for the group until next month, when things might have settled down some more. At that moment, one of the security guards told Nightman there was an internet conference call for him from someone identifying herself as The Mouse. A projection screen had been set up and a grainy image of Mouse in full costume flickered on that screen. "Thank you for talking to me, Nightman, everyone. Please excuse the way I sound as I am suffering from a cold right now. I want to first apologize for taking off so abruptly and neglecting my Protectors duties. As my sister has explained, I am in the midst of settling our father's estate. The country I am in is new to democracy and a court system that is not controlled by bribes and corruption. As this is not a secret case, I cannot tell you the country it is taking place in. Otherwise, it would be a simple matter for anyone to figure out The Cat's and my identities. Also, there are other relatives involved and I must think of their privacy as well." "But why did you run off without telling us anything?" Nightman asked. "Again, I must apologize for my haste in leaving the country. When I got word that our case was pending, I felt I needed to act quickly and neglected to properly inform you of my actions. I was expecting Cat to keep everyone informed, but as you know, she had obligations of her own to attend to. And, as it has turned out, getting things done here is about like untying the Gordian Knot." "So, when can we expect you to return?" Nancy Miller asked. "I'm afraid the wheels of the law grind exceedingly slow here. I might be gone at least another two months or more. I have no right to ask a favor, but could you please put me on the inactive list, without pay, of course, until such time as I can come back?" "We have Mr. Fix-it, Girl Goliath, The Arrow and myself present for a quorum," Nightman said. "The Medium is on excused absence and Cat must abstain because she has a personal interest in the vote. Will those who agree to give The Mouse indefinite leave of absence without pay please raise their hands." All four eligible Protectors raised their hands and the motion was passed. Mouse was now officially excused from duty, but still a Protector. "Thank you all for being so kind," the Mouse said. "You will be in my prayers. So long." The screen flickered off and the meeting was over. However, before Cat, Micki and Tony Bass could leave, they were cut off by The Arrow in his motorized wheelchair. "Ms. Toni, may ah have a word with you, please?" he said, as the others moved off to give them some privacy. "Ah gave you mah phone number after the last meeting, but ah haven't heard from you at all. Do you mind tellin' me why?" Tony shifted uncertainly on his heels and scratched the side of his head through the hood. "Oh, err, well, you seem like a very nice man, Mr. Arrow, but I have to be very careful about meeting people because I know the Cat. Secret identities and all, you know, tee hee. "But, Honey, The Cat and ah are on the same team. An' remember, since the Medium couldn't make it tonight, ah'm the one who vouched for you to get in. If you cain't trust me who can you trust?" "OK, 'Honey,' I've got to go. But I promise to call you real soon, OK? "Promise?" "Yes sir, Mr. Arrow." "Call me Richard." "Yes, Richard, (giggle), bye." Later, everyone met at a certain tenement building in Spanish Harlem. "Well, looks like you pulled it off," said Nicky Greao, as he greeted them. "Do you think it was worth all the effort?" "It wath ath far ath I wha concerned," said Micki, as she hugged her old friend. "You, Nicky, did a wonnerfa job wit' tha Mouse suit." "Haw, all I did was make sure it fit Lue. He's not that much smaller than you were in the suit. The real master was Diego. He got all Mouse's dialog just right in that persuasive voice of his. I was beginning to believe that bullcrap myself." "Yes, all I had to do was lip sync," said Lue. "I felt like Britney Spears." "I'm happy to see 'the voice' worked over the airwaves," Diego said. "I wasn't sure about that and I sure couldn't really sound like Mouse, even if she did have a cold. Remember, Micki, you promised to give me some lessons in detective work because of my help tonight." "All-in-all, I think it was a worthwhile effort," said Tony Bass, who removed his hood to reveal...the Ole Perfesser. "But I can't wait to get out of this corset and these heels are killing me." "Welcome to my world, Perfesser," said the real Tony Bass, who had never left Spanish Harlem that night. "I wouldn't a needed a corset, but I ain't so good at throwin' the illusions as you are. Now, what's dis' I hear about you an' the redneck talkin' all intimate-like? Your mouth ain't making no promises my ass is going to have to keep, is it?" "I merely promised the young man that you would call him sometime, Tony my boy. He just looked so hopeful and lonely, like a German Shepherd puppy. You still have his number, don't you?" "Maybe I do an' maybe I don't, Perfesser. But please butt out of my love life from now on, OK?" "You were all great," Cat said, as she applauded her friends' efforts. "Mouse wasn't able to attend those meetings through no fault of her own. Now, when, or if, she decides to return, her position in The Protectors will still be there." "Well, I didn't help much, did I?" said the Medium, who had been moping in the corner. "Gaby, you didn't want to be put in the position of lying directly to Nightman," Cat said. "We all know the first thing he'd have done if you were there would be to ask you if the whole thing was on the up and up. And when you two are sharing a bed and a glass of fine wine in the future, you don't want to have to say, 'Oh, Teddy, now that we're doing the dirty, I told you a lie a long time ago and I have to confess it to you now." "CAT!" Gaby screamed, as everyone in the room burst into laughter. An hour had passed and people were preparing to go their separate ways, but a report on CNN kept them riveted to the living room TV screen: "Superhero Disaster In Mexico: "A chance meeting between five of Mexico's legendary masked wrestler superheroes and an unidentified 'giant' on the west coast of that country has landed three of the heroes in the hospital with life- threatening injuries and the other two thankful just to be alive. "I've never seen anything like it," said El Penduloso, leader of the five, who are known as Luchadores Maximos. "We have faced and defeated many foes over the years, but, this monster, he was unstoppable." The five heroes, who also include Angel Rojo, Nino Gordo, El Pedo and Tetasitas, were on a publicity tour for their new movie, "El Pondar Negro," when they stopped in the popular resort City of Puerto Vallarta. As they signed autographs, word reached them of a 'giant' man who was tearing up the waterfront. Luchadores Maximos quickly responded to the emergency, but they got a lot more than they bargained for. "They were very brave," said Fire Chief "Jefe" Moreno, an eyewitness to the battle. "They went right after the giant, but they were like children to him. He broke them like they were nothing." There is speculation that this might be the same 'giant' who destroyed a small Peruvian coastal village more than a thousand miles to the south two weeks ago. In both cases the 'monster' was last seen headed for the Pacific, then disappearing into the sea. Where this 'giant' will show up next is unsure, but it certainly seems to be headed north." Someone turned off the TV, as both heroes and non-heroes looked at each other in silence. "Does anybody remember the words to "California, Here I Come?" Cat asked. End Episode Eight