(A/N: For BroadwayKhaos' Random Jellicle Week September! I did this in a hurry and took advantage of the word limit. I was so busy this week, you wouldn't believe. Well, *Glinda voice* the best place to start is at the beginning! Enjoy!)

Summary: PouncyXCettie, for Random Jellicle Week September.

Disclaimer: *glares* Must we go through this again? Plus, this is a website all about fanfiction; they know we don't own this junk!

Practically Possibly

A Pouncival/Etcetera Fanfic

by Jill Diamond

~Chapter One~

TV

"Pouncy, where the heck are you taking me? My feet hurt!" whined a small, light kitten.

"We're almost there! Don't slack off now! We'll never make it in time!" her companion encouraged.

"I-I'm trying! OOF!" Etcetera either tripped over a crack in the sidewalk or her own four paws, and fell down in a heap.

"Cettie!" Pouncival cried out. His gray-brown head whipped around at the "OOF!" of his friend and he scampered back her way. "You okay?" He took hold of one of her front paws and examined it.

"Yeah, nothing I haven't healed from before," she half joked. She tried to get up to prove her point, but she just fell right back down again with a muttered "Ouch!"

"Here," the young tom said simply. He swooped the paw he had in his behind his neck and on his opposite shoulder, and then grabbed around her stomach to support her. They walked this way until they had reached their destination-a small Tudor house on the other side of town. By that time, Etcetera had almost completely healed.

Pouncival jumped up onto the ledge of an open window and signaled for her to do the same.

Etcetera kneaded the soft front lawn briefly before gently wiggling her backside and pounced. Before she knew it, her feet slipped out from under her and her claws went out, daring the paint on the ledge to peel.

"Eeek!" she squealed.

The gray-brown tom's paws went for hers and he braced his legs. Etcetera herself wasn't very heavy, but he wasn't very strong. He pulled and tugged and heaved with all his kitten-might, and eventually, the princess had made it far enough up so that her hind feet could grip onto the ledge and aid her rescue.

"Thanks, Pouncy," she breathed, not daring to look over the edge and think about how high up they were. "Why are we here, anyway?"

Pouncival gently placed his paw over her mouth to shush her, and then pointed with his other at a young woman inside the house, turning on the television set.

"And now, The Young and the Restless."

"This is the best show," he whispered to her, gently releasing his paw on her mouth and settled down to watch. "But you have to be quiet, because this lady doesn't like cats."

"Mm hmm," Etcetera whispered, and curled up beside him.

(A/N: Tee hee! Pouncy likes soaps!)