"Hurry up, Jemima! You slowpoke!"

"I'll show you, slowpoke, Etcetera!"

Jemima managed to tackle her best friend to the ground, and they began an epic battle to try and reach the Rum Tum Tugger's den first.

"He invited ME over!" Cetty protested underneath her friend.

"No he didn't stupid! He said whoever got there first was invited over!" Jemima argued.

Cetty let out a large sigh and then whispered.

"Fine, go see him, I'll let you."

Jemima smiled at her and started to crawl away on her hands and feet.

"SUCKER!" Cetty sang out loud and clear, shooting out in front of Jemima, laughing her head off.

"YOU CHEAPER!" Jemima cried after her, getting up on her feet and getting evenly matched with her best friend.

"If you make it there first you will only be my second best friend!" Cetty cried out.

"You will be my THIRD best friend!" Jemima shot back.

Cetty stopped and Jemima stopped.

"I don't want to be your second best friend!" Jemima wailed.

"I don't want to be your THIRD best friend!" Cetty cried in reply.

Both she-cats stared at each other and then slowly started to walk towards Tugger's den.

"What do we do now?" Jemima asked her friend.

Cetty shrugged her shoulders in reply.

"Not go?" Cetty asked.

"No…" Jemima pondered, and Cetty pondered.

"We can go in together!" Cetty cried out, "Then he'll be FORCED to hang out with both of us!"

Jemima and Etcetera both nodded, and burst into giggles as they carefully made sure to step at the same tempo, and that their feet were evenly matched.

Both kittens entered into Tugger's den… at the same time, and looked around.

"Tuggers?" Cetty called out curiously.

"Maybe he's not home…" Jemima whispered, looking around at the strangely tidy den, with the clean couch, TV, lounge chair, and pink, fuzzy rug.

Etcetera let out a sigh, and strolled over towards Tugger's kitchen.

"Tugger?" She called out.

Not in there.

She went into his bedroom.

Not in there.

She went to his other bedroom.

Nowhere to be found.

"Did you check the…" Jemima asked.

"EW! No!" Cetty cried out, disgusted.

"Well… he could be." Jemima suggested.

"I'll check if you do…" Cetty whispered.

"I'll do as well…" Jemima muttered, and they both slowly, and quietly, snuck towards Tugger's "special" room.

Quietly both kittens opened the door up a crack, and peered in.

They saw scarlet, black, and the green of Tugger's comforter.

Both kittens looked down at each other, and fell to the floor, giggling their little lungs out.