Chapter 2
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 aking 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.
Macavity had used your mother in such a way. Demeter was only a kitten when her entire family had been killed by Macavity's henchcats. Macavity had promptly given Demeter a home in his lair, and used her for his own pleasure. He would make her do jobs for him, such as spying and stealing. Then when they were alone he would mate with her, against her will. Demeter had somehow escaped from his clutches and found shelter and safety within the Jellicle junkyard. She couldn't leave before she had conceived Macavity's kittens. The labor had been difficult, and three of the kittens were stillborn. Jemima was the only survivor. Jemima had grown to see her mother's new mate, Munkustrap, as her father. As far as she was concerned Macavity wasn't her father, and she could never see him as such.
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.
This statement caused a chorus of giggles from every female within hearing distance. Jemima looked up from the group around her to see if anyone new had arrived in the junkyard, who might be better company. That is when she saw him. The tom she was so afraid to reveal her feelings about. They came from such different worlds, but had one thing in common. Macavity. The tom (who you can probably guess by now) was Mungojerrie. He and his younger sister, Rumpleteazer, were ex-agents for the 'Napoleon of Crime: himself. He and Rumpleteazer had been introduced to the life of crime, while they were still impressionable kits. They had been abandoned by their parents and were at first glad to find a home with Macavity. As soon as he had them under his power he began to make them do jobs for him. Stealing some pearls here, some diamonds there. They had quickly become a great team and got many robberies off without a hitch. But soon they discovered they were tired of being treated horribly by cats that cared nothing for them. They wanted a normal life where they could find mates and start families. That is when they decided to abandon Macavity. They had arrived in theJellicle Junkyard incredibly thin, but after a few good meals had fattened upquite a bit. Some members of the tribe weren't sure if they should be allowed into the tribe seeing as they had worked for Macavity. Old Deuteronomy had finally decided that they were worthy of becoming tribe members and soon they were accepted openly into the tribe. They had been very happy. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were basking in the early morning sun, talking quietly to one another about the coming day.
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 answeredcheekily, "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.
Chapter 3
