She loved him, he knew that. So why wouldn't he settle down? Well, that was easy, he liked being the stud cat. And one chick wasn't going to tie him down. But, he felt bad for dropping her at the Ball. Why was that? He didn't know, and he didn't want to know.
It had been a day or so since the Ball, and everyone was still talking about it. His little fan-club had grown a wee bit smaller since Victoria had mated with Plato. He kinda missed the pure white princess.
Grizabella had gone to Heaviside. He was happy for her. Even though he hadn't accepted her as formally as everyone else, he still accepted her. But back to Bomby. He had dropped her, then she got mad, but tried again, thinking he was going to kiss her or something. How wrong she had been.
He needed to figure out the feeling he was feeling. He knew of one person who could help him. And that person was hard to be nice to sometimes. It was that darn Munku-stick-up-my-arse-strap, although no one called him that to his face, they still thought it.
He walked to Munku's and Demeter's den, hoping he would be there.
He knocked on the door, and waited until he heard a voice sing-song, "Who is it?"
"It's me, you idiot!" he yelled at his older sibling. He tapped his foot until his brother came out.
"Yes, Tugger?" Munku asked.
"I have to ask you a question," Tugger said.
"Well?" Munk asked impatiently.
"Okay I'm having this feeling. It makes my heart feel all fluttery when I see Bomby," Tugger said quickly.
"Oh, that's love. You love Bomby, you love Bomby!" he sing-songed. Munk only acted like an idiot when it was him and Tugger.
"You need to be sent to a mental institution," I said as I watched him prance about the den.
"And you need to tell Bomby how you feel," he said when he stopped prancing.
'Fine," I said.
"Bye!" he waved after me.
Tugger was walking towards Bomby, about to tell her he was in love with her, when he saw her walking away. He rushed after her, hoping to catch up to her.
"Bomby wait!" He yelled.
She looked behind her, and saw Tugger. She walked over, making it much easier for Tugger to catch up.
"Ok, Bomby," he started after he caught his breath," I am completely and utterly in love with you, and I'm sorry for dropping you at the Ball."
"Well, ok, umm-" she was cut off as Tugger kissed her.
"That was…" she trailed off.
"I liked it, and I hope you did, too," he said anxiously. And then, she kissed him.