Slowly the inhabitants of the seemingly abandoned junkyard began to awake. Some, such as the kittens, awoke bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, excited for the day to begin. It took longer for the adult cats to become enthused enough to open their sleep-filled eyes. Their kits were growing impatient and pounced on their parents to awake them in a most unpleasant manner.
One such kitten was Jemima. She had awoken with an elaborate stretch and a soft yawn as the first sunbeam struck the windshield of the Old Ford where she resided, along with her mother Demeter.
Jemima had been the youngest kitten in the junkyard for so long, and was overjoyed when she heard that Cassandra and Alonzo were expecting their first litter of kittens. She was glad she would have new friends to play with, and at the same time was relieved that she would no longer be the "baby" of the tribe.
Victoria was basking in the sun, her lithe, white body arching and stretching into impossible positions, a look of pure contentment on her dignified face. Etcetera, only a few feet from Victoria, was talking incessantly to no one in particular about her favorite subject, Tugger. A giddy smile was plastered on her bright face. A few inches from Etcetera, Electra was lazily watching a piece of lint weaving through the air. Electra gave up acting bored, and attempted to knock the fiber out of the air with a strong swipe of her paw. A dramatic battle ensued in which Electra triumphantly conquered the lint. Together the four made the perfect group. There was The Princess, The Boy Crazy One, The Tomboy, and Jemima: The Sweetheart.
"Hi, guys", said Jemima as she approached her three best friends, "How are you?"
Victoria quickly went into a sitting position, Electra stopped "torturing" her "captive", and Etcetera briefly stopped her jabbering about Tugger to greet Jemima. The other two followed suit, "Hi!" Victoria and Electra said in unison.
Then they began to do what all teenage girls do when they are alone…..they talked about boys!!!!!!!(Simple pleasures are the best!!!!)
This news had upset many tribe members, but since no kittens were conceived there was no way anyone could make Plato responsible for Victoria.
"No. He hasn’t said a thing to me in weeks. I wish it could have been anyone else there that night. Even someone as foolish as Pouncival." Replied Victoria.
"Well, Jemima", Victoria began, "We know that Etcetera’s got it bad for Tugger, Electra likes Tumblebrutus, and that I like Misto. The question is who’s got your bell ringing?" Jemima was interrupted by a loud "AAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE" from Etcetera. This could mean only one thing. Tugger had just entered the junkyard. Jemima was slightly relieved that she was saved from answering this very personal question. Of course she knew whom she fancied, but wasn’t quite sure if her friends would understand, or even approve. Just thinking of his lovely face made her heart skip a beat. She went off with her friends to see Tugger.
Secretly Jemima wasn’t too fond of Tugger. He fancied himself a god and used his physical attributes to get anything he wanted. Every queen in the junkyard, including Jemima found him extremely good looking. Tugger knew this fact all to well and reveled in it. He walked through the junkyard like he was akin with hordes of female followers trailing closely behind him. He would mate with a queen and then forget about her the next day, setting his sights on his next "victim". Jemima knew of one another tom who treated queens with such disrespect, and that was her father. Macavity.
Jemima’s thoughts were brought back to the present when she heard the loud giggling of her companions. Tugger had been telling the girls a very involved tale about his battle with five snarling pollicles the day before. It was accompanied by many "ooooooohs" and "ahhhhhhs" by his admiring fans.
"Tugger", Etcetera began, "You are so brave! You fought off five pollicles all by yourself. YOU should be the next leader of the tribe!"
Tugger smiled appreciatively at her statement. "Protecting the tribe is Munkustrap’s duty. Mine is keeping the queens happy" Tugger simply stated.
That is when Rumpleteazer spotted Tugger. Just like every other queen she found him utterly perfect. She gave herself a quick groom and headed over towards him and the small gaggle of queens surrounding him. A look of irritation passed over Mungojerrie’s features, but he quickly got up and followed Rumpleteazer towards the group of cats. (I will not even attempt to do Mungo and Rumple’s accent)
"Hey, Teazer", said Tugger in his slow sexy drawl, while looking her up and down approvingly, "How are you beautiful?"
At this Teazer blushed but quickly recovered her senses and answered cheekily, "I’m much better now that I’ve seen you, Tugger."
Tugger seemed to approve of her answer. He hastily nudged Jemima out of the way to make enough room for Teazer to take her place snuggled up to him. Tugger’s nudging threw Jemima off balance, and she rolled ungracefully until she was at Mungojerrie’s feet. Jemima blushed at her clumsy display and bowed her head in shame. Mungojerrie politely pretended not to notice, and quickly said hello to each cat individually. His voice got increasingly quiet until his greeting to Jemima came out in little more than a whisper. They each in turn returned the greeting, but Jemima’s as well came out as a soft whisper.