The whole Yard was alive. Busy with the hustle and bustle of it, queens running to and fro, the dull buzz of murmuration echoing throughout the mountains and peaks of disused appliances, wrecked cars, and yes even trash. News had spread quickly, like a tire fire, and was continuing to spread even now as Bombalurina, red coat gleaming in the early afternoon sunlight hurried with warm blankets in one hand, a foot dragging, slow paced, meandering Tugger held firmly by the front of his belt in the other. He didn't dare argue, mind you, oh no, not about this, he hadn't the courage, but he didn't exactly go without a fight either. Soon however, the pair were stooping low and entering to cool confines of a den. Therein, among gifts from other well-wishers, her molted coat sagging about her belly lie Bombalurina's younger sister Demeter, looking worn but radiant, her kits tiny and blind mewling on the plush bedding their father had provided for them.
"Oh!" Bombalurina gasped loosing her grip on both the blankets and the tom as she fell to her knees beside the queen. "They're beautiful!" she went on tears welling in her eyes a hand over her mouth, and they were. Three tiny kittens, two who bore their father's tabby stripes, though only one shared his silver coloration, the daughter, while the smallest was hued more akin to his mother, a flare of red about his ears belying the relation between he and his aunt. From his position behind Bombaluina and well by the door Tugger wrinkled his nose at the tiny brood, as his niece and nephews suckled contently. "Do you have names for them yet?" Bomb asked draping one of the blankets she had brought about her sister's shoulders. Demeter shook her head with a sheepish smile. "No we haven't decided yet." she said. "We?" Bombalurina gasped. "What is this we? You did all the work didn't you? You should name them and Munkustrap should be grateful for the privilege of simply being there when you do it!"
"Oh is that so Bombalurina?" asked the silver tom in question as he squeezed in past Rum Tum Tugger. He was tying hard not to knock over the numerous gifts, as he carried in a dead and plucked pigeon, tucked under his arm. Tugger thrust out a hand then and the brothers shook. "Good luck!" brows raised Tugger said adding an exasperated sigh for affect as he motioned to the kittens. "You're going to need it!" The looks the rougish tom received from his brother and sister-in-law as he said this he could deal with, but he chose to take his leave when the red cat glared at him. "Ignore him." the feisty queen said commandingly as she brushed some stray fur from her sister's face.
Demeter clutched at her hand, pulling it to her lips she kissed her sibling's palm. "Thank you for coming." she smiled, weak with fatigue but eyes shining. "I would have been here if I had known that it was happening tod-" Demeter waved off Bomb's words. "We wanted it to be private." she said assuring her sister that there was no slight felt. Nodding Balurina moved so that Demeter's head was resting in her lap while she played with her ears whispering suggestions for names. "You know," Munkustrap said clearing his throat then. "I'm fairly certain that Demeter would like to have a nice quiet afternoon given the hectic nature of the morning... you know, alone, with her mate..." he said motioning his hands about the den as he tried to get his point across. Bombalurina fixed the tom with a condescending look and a crooked smile. "She wants no such thing," she said cooly, snatching the pigeon from him and began disjointing it. "Now go and do your job like a good husband while I take care of my sister." She wrinkled her nose at him before turning away dismissively as she began to feed Demeter who shot the tom an apologetic look."You don't talk to Tugger this way do you?" the tabby asked with a laugh. Bombalurina turned on him as though deeply offended. "Of course I do, he just doesn't listen!" she snapped before pointing decidedly at the door. Munk knew when he'd been beaten and with a sigh, sparing a glace to his budding family left to go and gather more food.