Hey guys! So this will be my ninth Cats fanfic and my elevenths fanfic overall. I wrote a story about Tugger, Munk, and Macavity, them being brothers, and it's going to be like that, too, but with a different plot. They're my favorites (along with their pairs) and so I really want to write about them!

Enjoy!

Tugger

I'm not necessarily happy with anyone currently. Munk and Macavity fight all the time. Dad is never around to deal with it. Jenny and Jelly have pretty much given up on them. Then everyone else just acts like they don't hear the two yelling at each other in the middle of the night. Of course, everyone whispers behind their backs. They fabricate ideas of what they're fighting about and just get things wrong so much. Has anyone ever thought to ask them what they're fighting about? No. Things might get better if someone just asked them, but people are just too ignorant to do that.

I was trying to get some sleep the other day. Macavity was still awake since it's like he never sleeps or something. Munk got up and went to the kitchen to get some milk, and of course they went at it again. Right in the middle of the night! It was preposterous! So I got up and went in there, knowing that everyone in the Junkyard could hear them.

"What the hell are you yelling about?" I shouted.

They turned to me, and it's like they were about to kill each other there was so much loathing in their eyes.

"Why do you always have to fight? Can't you just get along? Remember when we were kids and we would all play together? Yeah, good times. We're just teenagers, and you're acting like you're freaking forty."

"Tugger," Macavity said. "We-"

"No. Look, I'm disappointed in both of act like you're both exactly opposite, but you're not!"

"Yes we are," said Munk. "He hates the Junkyard and I love it. He's a jerk and I'm not."

"Have you ever asked him why he hates the Junkyard?" I looked at Macavity. "Or why do you think Munk loves the Junkyard?"

They looked at each other, sizing one another up.

"Sorry, Tugger," said Munk.

"Yeah, sorry," Macavity said.

"Whatever."

Munk and Macavity exchanged a look.

"What can we do yo make it up to you?" Macavity asked.

"Stop fighting."

They looked at each other again.

"Look, let's go on a walk tomorrow. Outside of the Junkyard. Get some fresh air and hit the city."

"Fine."

And so the next day we went on a walk through the city. We walked along the dock that's behind the Junkyard, and it felt really good, a nice spring day with my brothers. They weren't fighting, but they weren't talking either.

"You two are so full of it," I told them.

"What do you mean?" Munk asked.

"You both want to apologize to each other but you don't want to be first to do it."

They looked at each other but still didn't say anything. "Whatever. Look, you two stay here. I'm gonna go scour the alley for some food. You better not be fighting when I get back." I walked down an alley to look for some mice, but really I just wanted them to be alone. I wasn't paying much attention as I was walking, and ended up tripping over something. I heard a squeak and saw something slip under some junk. I thought it was a snake, but what would a snake be doing in a London alley? So I crouched down and gently lifted the box. It was a cat. This little, adorable tuxedo cat. He had these big blue eyes and such an angelic, innocent face. He looked terrified, though, and I didn't want him to be afraid of me.

"Hi," I said.

"H-hello," he mumbled.

"What're you doing here?"

"I-I-I was at home but then I had to run away."

"Why?"

"Well, they were attacking everything and I-I don't know what happened to everyone else, but...I had to go."

"Where were you originally living?"

"Upper east side."

Hm, that's a really nice neighborhood. He must be rich or something. "What's your name?"

"Mistoffelees."

I smiled. "I'm the Rum Tum Tugger, but you can just call me Tugger." I know I'm a flirt, but when it comes to stuff like this, I'm quite the good companion. Like when one of the girls are crying, I can comfort them, and then they view me in a different way and don't go after me anymore. They go after other toms and then get my advise on the them, and that's what I love. I don't want any of them, and now that I met this tom... "Well, do have any place to go?"

"No. I don't know where my family went. I mean, my sister was staying with my uncle, but I don't know where he lives."

"Well what's his name? Maybe we can ask around and figure out where he lives." Though since he's from the rich neighborhood, I don't think any of these cats will know his uncle. I mean, this is kind of a trashy ghetto. What would a fat cat do here?

"His name is Bustopher Jones."

I stand corrected. "That's your uncle?"

He nodded.

I smiled. "Well that's great. I know who exactly he is and where he lives. Wait - is your sister Vicki?"

He smiled slightly and nodded. "Well perfect. He lives in the Jellicle Junkyard with us. I mean, he's not around that often. He's usually our doing stuff with fancy people, but you can stay with me. Then when he comes back you can tell him you're here and what happened."

"Can't I stay with my sister?"

"You can, but she lives in Jennyanydots's den, with a bunch of loud little queens. Just stay with me. I live with my brothers and dad, but my dad is usually in his other den where he speaks with anyone. He's the Jellicle leader, so it's easier for him to stay there."

"Well, okay," he said, smiling bigger. So cute.

I stood up and held out my hand. He took it and we started to walk back, but I really didn't want to deal with Macavity or Munk, so we went another way. I then took him in to the Junkyard and to Jenny's den.

"Jenny!" I called, entering.

"What is it Tugger?" she asked. She came in to the room and tilted her head at Mistoffelees. "Oh, hello."

"Jenny, this is Mistoffelees, he's Bustopher's nephew."

She smiled. "Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Jennyanydots. Are you looking for Bustopher?"

"Well..." He looked up at me and seemed like he didn't want to talk about it.

"How about you go in there and eat some of her snacks on the table?" I suggested.

He nodded and went into the other.

I sat down with Jenny. "He said someone was attacking him and his family. He escaped and needs a place to live now. I don't think anyone else survived, Jenny. I mean, I don't know who he was living with, but it was in the rich neighborhoods. So, maybe we should just let him stay here, let him talk to Bustopher and then see what happens."

"Okay, I'll set up a bed for him here."

"Well, I, uh, told him he could stay with us."

She raised a brow. "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean...if he's living there then maybe Munk and Macavity will stop arguing, or at least do in places that no one will hear them."

"Why are you being so..."

"So much like Munk?"

She smiled slightly.

"Because Munk is being an ass and isn't paying attention to anything except for himself and Macavity." It actually kind if hit me after I realized what I said. It hurt because he wasn't paying attention to me, and that might sound selfish...but he's my older brother. Same with Macavity.

"Okay. Go show Mistoffelees the den and get him comfortable."

"Alright. Do you know where Vicki is? That's his sister, so she should probably know about everything."

"She's in the center yard."

"Thanks Jenny." I went into the other room and pulled Misto along. Vicki was playing with some of the other queens, and then when Etccy squealed at seeing me, Vicki saw Misto and her face lit up immediately.

"Misto!" she cheered, being louder than I had ever heard her. She got up and ran to her brother, hugging him. "What're you doing here?"

Misto looked at me. "You can talk to her in my den. It's over there."

He took Vicki to the den and I sat around with the girls. A lot of people assumed I was leading the girls on and was too flirtatious with them, but they were my friends. we goofed off all the time. They were more childish, but I liked that. It was my time to relax and act like I was ten again. We joked and played together, and I might flirt with them, but again, they're my friends. We all get along no matter what. It makes me look pretty gay, too, how they're my best friends, a bunch of girls. But people can think what they want to think. I'm not gay. I like both. I'm just so much of a flirt I have to flirt with everyone.

After awhile, Vicki came out of the den and walked to Jenny's, looking sad. I went into my den and found Misto sitting on Munk's bed, looking glum.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi," he sighed.

"I'll show you where you can stay."

"Okay."

I led him to my room in the den. I set up a bed with my many pillows and blankets, right next to mine.

"I'll be sleeping in here with you?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, I just...haven't shared a room in a long time." He blushed a little, and he looked a little embarrassed. So gay.

It was getting late and everyone was starting to head to bed. Munk and Macavity came home, ignoring me. So Misto and I lied down in our beds and it was one of those nights that I loved it. It was so quiet and so dark but there was a feeling in the air. I heard Misto move around and then felt him climb into my bed. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" he asked quietly, and there was no way I could say no.

"Of course you can."

"Okay. Just tonight. I promise."

I smirked, not caring how long he stayed in my bed. He cuddled up to me and I pulled the blanket over us. For once in a while, I had a good day, and I had to thank Misto for that.