Don't own Oliver and Company

Oliver purred on Jenny's lap, feeling content and happy. Sykes was not around anymore, and he could finally be at peace with his family. And Dodger, Fagan, and everyone else were safe too…

Dodger…

Oliver sniffled softly. He missed the smooth-talking, cool dog who had become like an older brother to him. He sometimes wished that he took the dogs' offer…about hanging out with them…but it was too late now. He made his choice.

It still hurts. Jenny heard her kitty whimper, and she picked him up and looked at him in concern. "Oliver, are you okay? Are you hungry? Wait here, I'll go make you my secret recipe surprise." She placed her kitten gently on the chair and ran into the kitchen. Oliver simply looked down, not paying attention to Georgette's rare, concerned gaze.

Dodger…I really miss you. Why couldn't you stay close by?

"So kitty?" Oliver sighed and turned toward the champion poodle. "Can you just spare my beauty of a brain a headache and tell me what the matter is?" Oliver blinked in surprise. "You are concerned about me?"

"Believe me, no one's more surprised than me. So…what is it?" Oliver sighed, "Just thinking about my friends."

Georgette wrinkled her nose in disgust, "You mean the ragamuffins."

Oliver hissed softly, "Don't call them that. You don't know anything about them!" Georgette widened her eyes, "Easy Kitty. I'm just saying my own opinion."

Oliver let his anger fade away and he sighed again.

"Here, Oliver! Come here! Dinner's ready!" Oliver let out another sigh, and walked toward his mistress.

In an alley down the block, one Rottweiler glared in anger at the tall house that held the…the…thing that killed his two older brothers, Roscoe and Desoto. They and their master had been killed by an electric railroad and train, thanks to that cat.

And to Dodgers' group.

He had no idea where Dodger was, but he knew where the kitten lived. He only needed to get the kid first in order to get to Dodger.

When Dodger finds out the cat has been kidnapped, he will come running to save him. Then I'll have both of my brothers' killers in the same room, where I'll kill them both slowly and painfully.

Don't worry my brothers. I swear you will have revenge.

"Marco?" Marco turned toward a large, purebred bloodhound, Terta, who was his right-hand man.

"Yes, Terta?"

"When do we get the kid?" The bloodhounds' hard, brown eyes narrowed in excitement, running his tongue across his lips.

"Tonight." He turned toward the house again and grinned evilly.