Author's notes: I wrote this story a little while ago, lost the original then re-wrote. I hope you like this. Please R&R. Enjoy!

Etcetera sat on the tire with Electra, Victoria and Jemima. They sat in silence, watching the south entrance and waiting. It had been so long since they'd seen him, far too long. With a patter of tiny paws, Tigra, the youngest of the kittens, came scampering into the clearing.

"He's coming." She panted, skidding to a halt in front of the four kittens.

Etcetera squealed with delight, sprung to her paws, belted past the tiny light-cream coloured kitten and rocketed over to the tom that'd just entered the junkyard.

"TUGGER!" Etcetera screamed in the tom's ear, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezed, not realising that he couldn't breath. "You're back! You're back! You're back!"

Within seconds the other kittens had fallen upon him, clinging to any part of him they could reach.

Just when Tugger thought he'd be suffocated, Munkustrap and Alonzo came to his rescue. With much difficulty the pair of them manage to prise the kittens off the tired and slightly battered looking tom.

"What was the cattery like?" Munkustrap asked as he tried to pull Etcetera off.

"Not bad." Tugger shrugged, trying to ignore the still screaming kitten. "The humans came back two days early. The human kit said something about missing her 'iddle fluffykins' too much."

Munkustrap laughed at Tugger's grimace. The human kit had named The Rum Tum Tugger the 'disgraceful' name of Fluffy.

Etcetera wasn't listening though, she hadn't realised how much she'd missed Tugger.

"For God's sake, get off me!" Tugger snapped, giving Etcetera a forceful shove.

Etcetera let go and looked at Tugger through watery eyes. He was always so horrible to her; no matter what she did he'd snap at her or tell her to bugger off.

Etcetera allowed Tigra to steer her away from Tugger, feeling as though life had been better without him.


Tugger left Bomba's den feeling quiet satisfied. Two whole weeks without getting laid seemed an awful long time to Tugger, especially since he was used to working through a queen a day.

As he walked back through the gathering darkness, a shiver ran down his spine. He felt as though he was being watched but he couldn't see who was there, in fact he couldn't see at all. The pressing darkness wasn't natural; he couldn't even see his paw in front of his face. Something brushed his leg. He gave a startled yelp and sprang away, knocking hard into something small, soft and alive.

"Tugger?"

Although Etcetera was the last cat he wanted to be with, he'd never been gladder to hear her voice in all his life. "Etcetera, is that you?"

"I can't see a thing Tugger, everything's so dark." She sounded frightened but Tugger didn't know where she was. "Tugger was that you?"

"What?"

"I thought I felt a paw on my… AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Etcetera's scream pieced the night.

Tugger whipped as he heard a crack then a thump to his left.

"Etcetera?" Tugger called out.

Silence.

"Etcetera?" Tugger said fearfully.

Nothing.

"Et… Etcetera?" Tugger whimpered in a near whisper.

Somewhere to his right he heard a twig snap. Before he could stop it, something hard and blunt connected with the side of his head and the ground rushed up to meet him.

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