Nate looked along the black and cracked street. Painted on it were several white lines, used as a crosswalk. He looked across the street as he saw a small animal-like shadow cross an alleyway.

Nate ran across the street, looking before he ventured. He stuck his head in the alleyway and surveyed it, making sure he didn't step in or on anything.

Then he heard a rattling noise. A small calico cat jumped out of a trash can. It's fur was dotted green in odd places. Head, back, paws......almost like the cat was dumped in toxic waste. Or green paint.

It had intelligent brown eyes, and a familiar face. The cat rubbed against Nate's pant leg and purred. Nate scooped up the cat. Then he nodded.

"Okay. You're a boy." The musician chuckled. He cradled the cat, playing with it. "What would Morgan think?" He asked himself quietly.

"Oh what the heck, it won't hurt to bring him home." Nate nuzzled the cat. The cat batted playfully at Nate's nose and meowed.

"For some reason, you remind me of Mat. You have intelligent eyes and a playful personality. The color is uncanny." Nate joked. "But that isn't possible. Mat would say it himself. "Magic isn't real Nate! Get your head out of the clouds!" Man, that would be correct." He tickled the cat. "Or are you Mat? Nah, again, impossible." The musician held the cat and ran the rest of the way home, keeping the cat safe.

<At Nate's House>
Nate bounded through the door, closing and locking it behind him. He ran to his recording room and set the oddly colored cat on his desk while he grabbed for a guitar.

The cat looked at the monitor of Nate's computer, and glanced at the keyboard. He walked on the keys, typing, "I'm Mat, help!"

Nate hummed and grabbed his blue guitar, his favorite. He spun around and looked at his computer, which had the message displayed. "M-Mat?" He said softly.

"N-No way. I-Impossible." The musician picked up 'Mat' and set him on the floor.

"Only you would know this. Not a cat." Nate grabbed three albums, one of Mangled, one of All Time Low and another of Panic! At The Disco. "Which is mine?" He held the album of All Time Low and Panic! At This Disco in his hands, and the Mangled one was on the table above him.

'Mat' turned away and hopped on the table, knocking the Mangled album on the carpeted floor.

"My god, you are Mat......" Nate said, his eyes wide. "Funny thing is, I can call you CatPat now."

Mat meowed, annoyed. He seemed to say, "Please don't."

"CatPat it is!" Nate giggled, playing with Mat. "You act a lot nicer than Skip does though."

Mat mewled happily and jumped on Nate's head, lying down there.

"Great. Now I have a sleeping CatPat thing on my head."