Story: Vol. 2: The War.

Long, long ago, there was a war. A grim war. A war in which only the bravest survivors lived to tell the tale. One of those brave survivors was Sophie, a great queen, with many great virtues. She survived the great war in which cats and dogs would battle to the death. The cats won, but with little population left. 

Once the war had ended Sophie came up with an idea to guarantee the cats' survival. She rushed over to the cat council, of which she was a member, and sat down in her seat. 

"I begin the meeting with the hiss of a thousand souls," said Ember, the most high ranked cat in the council. Ember hissed and all the cats stopped whatever they were doing.

"Now, lets begin discussion. Sophie, I believe you have something you would like to mention to the council?" Ember said. 

"Yes, I do." Sophie said with triumph, she had never gotten to talk first in a council meeting. "I believe that there may be a way to guarantee our species' survival. I believe we should hide, for a decade or so, in human homes. We will meet once a week, for a council meeting. We will catch prey and bring some to the council meeting for all the cats who cannot find a suitable human home to live in. We will be pets." The other council cats looked at Sophie in disbelief.

"But don't you see how problematic that could become?" asked Silver, a grey cat with darker grey stripes all over her. Sophie and Silver had a bad history. They hated each other.

"Well, yes it could take some getting used to, but, don't you see? If we don't act now, we will surely die out." said Sophie with worry.

"I agree." said a voice from next to Sophie. Kender. Kender was a new arrival at the council. He was young, but kind. "I agree with Sophie, we WILL die out if we do not follow the proper procedure."

Sophie smiled, at least somebody agreed with her.

"No. We will take a vote." said Ember. 

And vote they did. The results were all but great for Sophie. 

"The votes are in, and the council says no," said Ember.

Sophie then had an idea. She would gather up the cats that were loyal to her, and agreed with her, and she would make her own kingdom, a country. She would gather cats to move from Egypt to the United Kingdom, where she would let all the cats be pets in many different households. She then make a council of her own, to meet in the middle of the UK, and decide the future of the cats that traveled with her. 

She told the council her plan, and Kender agreed to join her in the mission.

Three years later, her plan had already been done, and she lay in her throne, with her scepter, and crown.