A/N: AAAH. For reasons I can't explain I have to not watch ANY CATS vids for the next SIX WEEKS (not counting Christmas break 'cause I'm not strong enough to make it through that without my Misto) And that makes me VERY VERY SAD. So you might want to expect a rush of CATS fanfiction. W00t.
From misery comes greatness, I suppose.
Oh and as to the progress of Captivated (another CATS fic of mine) I will not be updating it during my crazed CATS fic update stream, considering I've uploaded seven chapters in what….. four days? Seriously. I have spoiled you all rotten so now you must WAIT ::CACKLEBWHAHAHA::
In the mean time, enjoy… this… strange… Tugger… oneshot… thingy… o-0
MOVING RIGHT ALONG…
Nothing To Do
My family… huh… they're nice enough… for humans. They feed me, care for me, never let my food bowl get empty (though it was always full of those vile pellets, so I'm not sure if I can thank them for that.), keep my coat glossy (then again, I can do that on my own, thank you very much). Don't get me wrong, they really are nice people.
But they're people.
Is it so wrong for a cat to seek the companionship of other felines? And if, in the process, that cat went a little… crazy for attention… would that really be so wrong?
Of course not! Glad you see it my way.
Now that we're on the same footing, I can introduce myself. I am The Rum Tum Tugger; not to be confused with Tugger, Tugs, or Rummy (don't ask…), and I will be the Rum Tum Tugger no matter what those mindless humans say.
I spend most of my time away from my "home" (aka, where the humans reside). Most of it is spent here: a junkyard. Lovely, right?
Just my kind of setting.
Not to mention the place is crawling with queens…
Um, right, anyway. I'm sure you're dieing to know my pastimes, right? What…? N-no? Uhh… geez, that was embarrassing.
You're horrible people.
Moving right along…
Today's a sunny day; you all know the kind—where you don't even want to move it's so peaceful and toasty. Yeah, that kind of day. Well, I love those kind of days, because no one's moving. No one… but me!
It's the perfect time to catch a sleeping queen by surprise. They're pretty cute when their fur stands on end. My latest target: little Jemima, curled up on the roof of the TSE 1. She looks pretty damn serene on the top of that rusty old heap.
Time to change that!
I prowl up behind her, watching that twitching tail of hers. I ready myself… pounce!
"WHAT THE?" She gets at least two feet of air before flopping back down onto the car with a yelp. At first she looks scared, but when her eyes lock with mine she's all business. "Tugger, you rotten chunk of mouse-gut! Go find something better to do!"
Time to lay on the charm. I purr and let my tail bat against that pretty face. "Aw, come on," I let one of my signature smirks creep over my face, "Don't be upset…"
I see her soften a little. Damn, I'm good! She rolls her eyes and lets her tail swish behind her. "Ugh, fine. Don't make a habit of it, alright?" She mews, stalking off to find somewhere more secluded to sleep.
I lay back, glancing up at the sky. Yep, today's gonna be a good day.
A/N: merf. I dun like it much. Holy cow, Tugger is HARD to do from first person! I don't think I characterized him right, but seriously! I never thought it'd be so hard to do a first-person Tugger! Yeesh! I don't think I'll be doing another one of these any time soon!
Anyways, it was just a ten minute drabble. Reviews are very much loved; and if you don't think I characterized him right, feel free to tell me.
(Flamers make me famous. –haha, yes it was stolen from a t-shirt 'cause I'm that amazing--)