Munkustrap paced back and fourth in the junkyard, while Bombalurina (an attractive red queen, with black stripes, spots and a white chest) admired herself in the mirror.  “Where is Jemima? The other kittens came for lunch 15 minutes ago!” Munkustrap questioned with worry.

“I am so, hot!” Bombalurina purred gazing into the mirror, “Mirror, mirror on the, um, dresser, who is the best looking of them all?”

“Bombalurina, are you listening to me?!” Munkustrap hissed.

“Wha? Oh, of course. I’m listening.” She answered turning to him and taking her repose.  For a moment, Munkustrap fell into a gaze of her beauty, but quickly shook it off. 

“We must find Jemima!” Munkustrap declared.

“No, you must find dainty little Jemima, I have a date to get ready for.” She purred.

“Bombalurina, you always have a date with a tom.  Who is it now? Alonzo? Pouncival? Mistoffolees, perhaps?” Munkustrap sighed.

“NO! The Rum Tum Tugger.” She smiled. Munkustrap rolled his eyes and thought,

“She obviously can’t pick decent guys.” Munkustrap raced out of the junkyard in search of Jemima.

                                   >^..^<   

Jemima was in Macavity’s grip and couldn’t seem to escape his wrath. “Macavity, put her down!” a serious voice roared from behind. Macavity turned round to see his next victim. Jemima was being held up by her throat. She began to turn a very pale colour. “Put her down, NOW!” Munkustrap roared again. Macavity grinned evilly.

“What damage could you possibly do?” Macavity laughed. Munkustrap soared at Macavity, but was immediately shoved to the ground.  “You see? A useless battle you are trying to start.”  Macavity sighed, swaying his head from side to side. Munkustrap did an ambush punch right into Macavity’s gut. He let out a cry of pain and held his gut. A vicious fight emerged.  Jemima laid on the ground stunned. After a few minutes of fighting, Macavity growled, “What a pathetic Battle! You couldn’t even defeat a Peke!” and then slunk back into the shadows. Munkustrap rushed over to aid Jemima.  He carried her over to a puddle near the curb and splashed water onto her face to revive her. Her eyes twitched and opened with a little groan.

“Jemima, are you alright?” Munkustrap asked concerned.

“Uhhh…I-I think so…” Jemima groaned rubbing the back of her head. Munkustrap hugged her with happiness.

“Would you like me to carry you?” he asked.

“No, I’ll be fine.”

>^..^<

When the two arrived at the junkyard, they saw Bombalurina sitting on the top of the old red car. She seemed very impatient. “Where the hell is the Tugger?” she yelled.

“Oh the Tugger, where?” Jemima asked excitedly. The Tugger had what people called his “little fan club” that consists of kittens that adore his charm, and Jemima, was one of those kittens.

“The Tugger is not coming for you, you nit wit! We’re going on a date.” Bombalurina growled. Just as she said it, the Tugger walked in.

“Hey babe.” He mewed kissing her on the cheek. She pulled away, crossed her arms and turned her back to him.  “Oh no, now what have I done?” the Tugger sighed.

“You’re late for our date!” Bombalurina hissed.

“I’m sorry. I had to groom so I could make a good impression.” He explained.

“I’ll let you away with it this time…”she smiled. Munkustrap shook his head and sighed. Jemima looked up at him and asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Those two, always flirting with someone.”

“Yeah but, perhaps they’ll fall in love?” Jemima smiled.

“I bet you’re right.” Munkustrap agreed.  Jemima and Munkustrap went to find Old Deuteronomy (the Jellicle leader) to report what happened.  Old Deuteronomy sighed,

“Why can’t Macavity just leave our kittens alone? Sometimes. It gets to the point where he actually kills them…” Jemima pulled on Munkustrap’s arm. He looked down at her and asked,

“What is it?”

“Monkey, I’m hungry.”

“For the last time, my names not Monkey!”

“Sorry Monkey, I mean Munkustrap.”

“Alright, I’ll get you something to eat.” He took Jemima by the hand and led her back to the old red car. Munkustrap looked up at the car and saw the Tugger kissing Bombalurina’s shoulder. She seemed amused. “Bombalurina, I need to ask you a favor.” Munkustrap called.

“That is, IT! You act like a nuisance when I’m admiring myself in the mirror, you bother me to help you find Jemima, and now your disrupting my date! GOD MAN! HAVE SOME DECENCY!”  She hissed.

“Well sorry, god!” Munkustrap sarcastically snapped trying to mimic her attitude. “Could you please watch Jemima while I find her some lunch?” Munkustrap asked.

”Fine…”she sighed.

“Thank- you.” Munkustrap grinned putting Jemima up on the car beside Bombalurina. “I’ll be back soon, behave Jemima.” Munkustrap called as he ran to find Jemima some food.  Jemima squealed with excitement of being with the Tugger. His furry main, slender body and leopard spots would probably make any young queen get excited.

“Yeah! Rumy Tumy Tugger!” Jemima cheered hugging the Tugger. Bombalurina rolled her eyes, and turned the other way. The Tugger knew she was obviously jealous. He pulled her into the hug and smirked,

“Don’t worry Bomba, we’ll have kittens of our own to deal with one day.” She tried to imagine the Tugger being a father, but it made her laugh. “What? What are you laughing about?”

“Um… no reason…” she giggled trying to stop laughing.

“You don’t think I could be a father!”

“I didn’t say that!”

“No, no, no, you don’t think I can reproduce! Well, I’ll show you!”

“Wait, wait, wait, one step at a time there tiger!” He glared at her.  Jemima was quiet confused, considering she was only a kitten.

“You know, we shouldn’t be talking about this around a kitten.” The Tugger explained.

“Hey, you started it!” Bombalurina snapped.

“I’m hungry!” Jemima sobbed.

“Oh, don’t cry!” Bombalurina cooed as she picked Jemima up and put her on her lap. She stroked Jemima’s head. The Tugger watched them intently.

“Jemima come! I got you some food!” Munkustrap called.

“Coming!” she called back, “Thank-you Bombalurina.” She thanked, and then ran off to meet Munkustrap. Bombalurina watched Jemima run off and shook her head smiling.

“You wouldn’t make to bad of a mom.” the Tugger nodded.

“So much for her date, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that…” the Tugger said coming closer. Bombalurina looked away and tried to cover your smile. “Please don’t cover your smile, I think a beauty should never be hidden.” The Tugger said taking her hand.

“Your really lousy at trying to impress me.” Bombalurina smiled again.

“Yeah I know.” The Tugger sighed trying to sound sad. Bombalurina laughed. A sudden thud was heard. “What was that?” the Tugger asked.

“I don’t know.” Bombalurina whispered fearfully. An evil laugh erupted from the silents. Macavity jumped on the car thinking Jemima was there.

“Where’s Jemima?” he hissed. When he saw Bombalurina he cooed, “Well, well, well, I see that they actually have an attractive cat in their tribe!” She glared at him.

“Wait, you can’t possibly tell me that your going on a date with that, that tom?!” Macavity laughed.

“What’s wrong with being me?” The Tugger snapped. Macavity just laughed.

 “You have no business here, leave!” Bombalurina ordered.

“Well, why don’t you come with me? You would probably be happier there?” Macavity offered holding out a cold, black paw.

“I don’t think so!” Bombalurina disagreed shaking a finger at him. Macavity was about to slash her throat, when he thought he heard Munkustrap coming. He made a mad dash for the hole in the fence.

“Yeah, you better run, and don’t come back!” the Tugger shouted when he was sure Macavity was gone.

“Oh, how brave…” Bombalurina cooed and hugged him.

“You really think so?” the Tugger asked.

“Of course not! You couldn’t hurt a fly!” Bombalurina laughed.

>^..^<

Jemima burped. She had just finished her lunch. Thank-you Munkustrap for the lunch.” Jemima smiled sweetly.

“I could have sworn I saw Macavity.” Munkustrap said to himself.

“Can I go play with the other kittens?” Jemima asked.

“Yes, but be careful, Macavity could be anywhere.” Munkustrap warned. Jemima nodded and then ran off. “Perhaps I should go see the Tugger and Bombalurina. See how they’re doing.” Munkustrap decided.  He walked over to the red car, but to his surprise, they weren’t there. “Hmmm, where could they be? Perhaps on their date?” He decided to go for a walk to the field. On his walk he saw Bombalurina and the Tugger sun bathing in the field. He cocked an eyebrow with suspicion. He stayed low to the ground and crept slowly towards them. He flinched when Bombalurina stretched out, scratched her leg and began to doze off again.  When he was close enough to them he yelled, “BOO!”  Both of them jumped up in fright.

“Munkustrap!” Bombalurina hissed.

“You flea bag!” the Tugger growled.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!” Munkustrap laughed. Bombalurina stood up, huffed angrily and walked away agitatedly.

.

“Aw! Munkustrap! You made me loose my date! She was good looking too!” the Tugger snapped angrily.

“Sorry Tugger, it wasn’t my intentions honestly.” Munkustrap exclaimed, “My deepest apology.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that my date just walked out on me!” the Tugger hissed.

“Well, you still have your little fan club right?” Munkustrap reminded trying to wiggle his way out of the situation.

“To tell you truth, my fan club interrupts me at the most inappropriate times! But other then that, I can’t get enough of them!”

“Well, perhaps, you can’t hold onto a relationship because of your fan club?”

“NO! That can’t be it!”

“Tugger, you can’t run away from the truth.” The Tugger knew, Munkustrap was probably right…

>^..^<

Bombalurina hadn’t left the date because of the Tugger; she had left because of Munkustrap. She disliked being embarrassed. She left to find her best friend Demeter. Demeter was a gold and Black teenaged kitten with a white chest (As do Bombalurina and Jemima) “Bomba, I’m sure Munkustrap didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Demeter sadly explained.

“Oh, sure, stick up for your boy-friend!” Bombalurina hissed with anger.

“I’m not defending him, I’m just-”

“Be quiet!’

“Jezz sorry, all I did was-”

“I said be quiet!”

“Would you let me finish a freaking sentence!?”

“I just did. I am somewhat over reacting, aren’t I?”

“SOMEWHAT?”

“Don’t push me Demeter!”

>^..^<

The Tugger had left Munkustrap’s presents to find Bombalurina. When he caught her eye, she looked the other way. The Tugger flattened his ears. “Tugger, it’s not you it’s her.” Demeter whispered to him as she walked by him.

“Bomba, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It wasn’t you who scared me to death.”

“OH, then, why are you treating me like dirt?”

“Because I’m angry, but no at you.”

“Oh, I see. Is our date cancelled?”

“No.”

>^..^<

Jemima scampered to where her friends usually played. On her way, she was stopped by two cats, Alonzo (A well built white and black male) and Pouncival (A brown, black and mostly white male).  “Hey Jemima, where ya going?” Poncival asked. 

“I’m going to play with my friends!” she answered excitedly.

“That’s great. Jemima, have you seen Bombalurina?” Pouncival asked.

“UH, yeah! She was with the Tugger at the old red car!” she answered then continued her search for her friends.

“Pounce, she’s to old for you…” Alonzo sighed shaking his head.

“I don’t care.” Pouncival grinned.

“Besides, I’m gonna ask her.” Alonzo smirked.  Pouncival glared at him,

“Oh really?” Pouncival asked shooting Alonzo a challenging look.

>^..^<

The Tugger decided that he would make it up to Bombalurina by taking her around the town. “So, Bomba, where would you like to go?”

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it.” She shrugged.

“Why don’t we go to the abandoned construction site?”

“Why on earth would I wanna go there?”

“Because, it’s dark and nobody would disrupt us there.” He smirked darkley.

“Alright, lets go!” she smiled.

>^..^<

“Where have you been, Jemima?” Victoria a white angora kitten asked.

“Yeah, we got worried about you!” Electra the black, red and brown Tortishell added.

“Macavity attacked me.” Jemima frowned.

“He did? Are you alright?” Etcetera the American shorthair kitten asked concerned.

“Yes, I’m ok.” Jemima smiled glad that she was.

“Well, now that you’re here, lets play!” Mistoffolees, (the Black and white shorthair) announced.

“I say we ambush the Tugger!” Electra suggested.

“Nope, can’t do that!” Jemima giggled.

“Why not?” Victoria asked.

“Because, he’s on a date with Bombalurina.” Jemima replied.

“Dang that Bombalurina!” Victoria growled angrily.

“Yeah, she’s always stealing the toms!” Etcetera complained.

“Should I really be in the middle of all this?” Mistoffolees chuckled.

“No, I guess not.” Electra agreed.

>^..^<

The Tugger guided Bombalurina to the abandoned construction site. The humans had been too lazy to tear it down. “Lazy humans, eh Bomba?”

The Tugger asked.

“Yeah, lazy, right.” She answered nervously.

“Is, something wrong?” the Tugger questioned.

“Huh? Oh, no, no. I’m fine, really.”

“Bomba, I know there’s something wrong, and I want to know what.”

“Well, do you really think it’s safe in there? I mean, what if Macavity’s in there?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little tail.” The Tugger laughed.

“I don’t find any of this funny.” She frowned.

Seriously though, don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“I feel so much better.” She whispered as the Tugger led her into the building.

>^..^<

Alonzo and Pouncival raced to the car. When they arrived, Bombalurina and the Tugger weren’t there. “Where could they be?” Alonzo panted.

“You mean, where is she.” Pouncival corrected.

“Whatever!”

“I vote, we go look for her!”

“ I guess…” Alonzo sighed and raced after Pounival. On their they met up with a shadowy figure.

What’s your hurry?” it asked them.

“None of your business.” Pouncival growled.

“Oh, really?” Macavity growled stepping into the light. The two screamed and in fear ran back to the safety of the junkyard. Macavity laughed, and returned to his hideout. He had done enough for one day.

>^..^<

The Tugger unlocked the front door and pulled Bombalurina in. “You know, this place isn’t so bad.” Bombalurina decided.

“I told you.” The Tugger replied, “I told you not to worry.

“I never should have doubted you!” He guided her up many staircases. “Whoa, there sure is a lot of stairs.” Bombalurina complained. “Don’t worry, it will pay off soon.” He smiled.

“What the heck is that suppose to mean?” she thought to herself. When they finally reached the top of the final staircase, the Tugger opened a door. The knob of it looked as if it was about to fall off right there and then. Bombalurina felt relived when he opened the door. She sat down and let out a sigh of relief.

“Come here. I want to show you something.” The Tugger purred holding out a hand. She took his hand and he led her to the edge of the roof.

“Oh, wow! That’s absolutely beautiful!” Bombalurina gasped astonished. In the distance was the sunset reflecting off the ocean. The sky was a warm golden colour while the ocean was bright orange. Ether way, she thought it to wonderful. The Tugger came up from behind and hugged her,

“So, do you like it?” he asked.

“Do I like it? I love it! It’s absolutely beautiful!” she exclaimed.

“I’m glad you love it, because, I love you too.”

“You mean, you love it too.”

“No, I love you too.” She gazed into his eyes to see what he had to offer. “Now, you think I wouldn’t be a good father?” he snapped.

“Oh Tugger, you ruined the moment. Please don’t get into that again…”

“NO, I want my dignity back!”

“Then just drop it!”

“I can’t just walk away like nothing happened!”

“Tugger, I don’t know how well of a father you would be, and honestly, I don’t really care.” He stared at her for the longest time then exhaled,

“You truly have the best way of saying things. “

“Well, you come up with the dumbest arguments!”

“Yes I do don’t I?”

He looked at her for several seconds before spontaneously kissing her.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!” She hissed backing away.

“I couldn’t help it, I had an urge!”

“Tugger, you stay away from me!” she hissed and started walking towards the stairs.

“Please don’t go I’m sorry.” He apologized stepping in front of her.

“No you’re not, you’re just sorry that you got in trouble for doing it!”

“True, true, but-”

“No buts, now out of my way!”

“Please don’t go angry.”

“Fine, I’ll leave furious!” she hissed. She pushing him out of the way and walking down the stairs.

“Oh crap!” the Tugger snapped. He then ran down the stairs. When he caught up to her he pleaded, “Please don’t go, I’ll be good!”

“Look, just because I’m stunning, doesn’t mean I’m stupid!”

“Come on, we can ever just go back to the red car and do something there, please?”

“Aw! Fine! God, you never give up do you!” she hissed. When they arrived, Bombalurina up on the car and began to groom herself.

“Are you still mad?” the Tugger asked.

“Yes…”

“Are you gonna be mad for a long time?”

“Yes…”

“Are you gonna be mad for a really, really long time?”

“Uh! For god sakes Tugger! If I’m gonna be mad for a long time don’t you think I would be mad for a really, really long time? Use some common sense!”

She laid down and took a deep breath. She looked up at the sky that was now beginning to fill up with stars. The Tugger used Bombalurina’s stomach as a pillow and laid down. She didn’t mind; he was behaving.

>^..^<

Jemima yawned. She was tired and knew it as time to go home. She slowly made her way back to her house where her pet lived (Her human) and went through the cat door. And collapsed on her pink pillow and fell asleep.

>^..^<

Munkustrap was looking around the Junkyard to see if any kittens had fallen asleep before making it back to their homes. As he passed the car he saw Bombalurina and the Tugger sleeping. He smiled and laughed, “Jemima was right.”

The End J