I wasn't always a curious cat. I didn't always have my mane. I didn't always have my crowd. I didn't always have a line of queens swooning over me. I was the mature, sensitive Rum Tum Tugger. I had two older brothers and I was second in command. Not Munkustrap, me. But, nobody liked serious cats. They liked playful, cocky cats. I didn't care about romance. I just cared about helping Deuteronomy decide who should go to the Heavyside Layer. Who my date to the Jellicle Ball was didn't cross my mind. I was always deep in thought, so no one bothered with me. When people heard my name they thought of the protector, not the contrary, immature beast. I always kept the fur on my head short instead of long and out of control. I kept the whole Junkyard in line. Until I met her.
Yes, the first chapter was short, as always, but I assure you, the next one will be longer and better!