This is a really short idea I came up with when I was going to read some Cats fanfics and found that there was an astonishing amount of male pregnancies. It was a lot. I don't know if you can find them anymore, and I don't remember when I saw all of these because someone talked me out of writing this.
I have nothing against people who write such things, or slash, or any of that jazz. Do what you've got to do. I'll write my stuff, you write yours. Jazzy?
I own nothing. Review. Or Misto will get you pregnant.
"Mommy, why is daddy pregnant?" Bombalurina sighed, as she tried to put her kittens to sleep. They always wanted to know this, but it was getting on her nerves. If Mistoffelees hadn't decided to try all that magic in the first place…..but she put her mind back on straight and put them to bed.
"Uncle Misto accidentally used magic on him. Now go to bed." One of them, a red and gold patterned kitten that they had named Alexandria sighed.
"You'll tell us when we're older, right?" Bomba nodded, and they all dozed off without another word, since they were convinced being older meant going to bed and waking up the next morning. Kittens had simple lives. She remembered when she was young, playing with Demeter, and chasing around mice for fun, not for food. Then you hit the teenage years and you realize toms are for mating and being cute, Macavity has taken a fondness to you, and everyone in the world hates you at one point.
Being a responsible adult though and a single mother of a bunch of kittens was a different thing. Tugger had gone off with Mistoffelees and a couple of his friends on a trip to somewhere that had catnip, as a chaperone, and came back pregnant. The kittens had finally recognized him as their father, and now he was expecting. Alonzo was expecting at one point, or so Bomba had heard. It was a problem getting out of hand.
Demeter had been trying to help Munk calm everything down, but all the stress made her go temporarily crazy, and her insomnia kept her walking through the junkyard in the morning, and bugging Bomba. That paranoia of hers got worse as well, but that didn't wake up the kittens as often. Tugger should have stayed home, and things wouldn't have gone mad. But he just had to go and get knocked up.
How would Bomba be able to explain this to the kits eventually? Would she be able to raise them herself? If he hadn't of abandoned them, she would never ask herself this question. But she still had to.