A/N: Just so you know - I wrote this seeing them as the cat-humans that they are in the play, but as cats while around their humans and what not... Just so yous know.

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer walked out of the junkyard, it was dusk and the activities in the Junkyard had died down. It's been a year since Rumpelteazer had come to the Junkyard and the two of them were closer then ever, in Mungojerrie's mind. They'd still play with the kittens and go running off every now and then, not like they'd do anything naughty. At one and a half and two they were technically 'of age' but felt no need to mate yet, much to the delight of their parents. They were fine with simply having sleepovers, which were generally supervised. Now that they lived out of the Junkyard the sleepovers were more numerous and the nightly 'check ups' were less frequent. The two kept glaring at each other, playing 'stone face'. The game never lasted very long, Rumpelteazer, as usual, cracked a grin and began to laugh within two seconds.

"The undefeated champion of Stone face," Mungojerrie boasted, throwing his arms up in victory.

"Would you stop rubbing it in you shmuck," Rumpelteazer asked though a giggle, poking his side, "If you're so confident then how about a race to the next stop sign?"

"You're on," He said, nuzzling her cheek with his nose, "I'll even give you a head start."

"So I'll finish even quicker then you," she teased, running off ahead of him. Mungojerrie waited until she turned the corner of the alley before taking off after her. He rounded the turn and ended up running into someone's chest.

"I'm sorry, I-" Mungo started before being grabbed his collar and shoved up against the brick wall.

"You better watch where you're going housecat," a voice hissed threateningly. Mungojerrie squirmed, trying to find the ground that was beneath him. The street cat had picked him up so that he was now face to face with him. He opened his mouth to try to apologize when another voice cut him off.

"Mungojerrie, what's taking you so long," Rumpelteazer asked as she came around the corner."I've been waiting at that stop sing for ages now." The street cat turned and looked at the young calico queen, a sly smile on his lips. He let go of Mungojerrie's collar and sauntered over to her, much like the Rum Tum Tugger.

"Hello there beautiful," he purred, making Rumpelteazer giggle, obviously flattered, "Who do we have here?"

"Rumpelteazer," she smiled as he took her paw and kissed it, an odd look on his face as she spoke her name.

"Rumpelteazer you said? That's quite the necklace you have there," he remarked, looking down upon the string of pearls.

"Thank you," she said, touching them gingerly, "I found it one day with Mungojerrie."

"Mungojerrie...?"

"That'll be me," Mungo said, as he brushed off the dirt from his fur and put an arm protectively around her shoulders, "We should be getting home Rumpel..."

"You're right," she agreed, "It was nice meeting you..."

"Macavity," he offered, giving her a cunning smile, before turning to Mungojerrie, "I'm sorry about earlier, I lost my head. As an apology, I insist that I walk you home."

"It's alright you don't have-"

"Thank you," Rumpelteazer smiled. Macavity offered her the crook of his arm and led her away, Mungojerrie staring dumbfounded at them. He jogged to catch up with the two whowere already several feet ahead of him.

"Thank you for allowing me to walk you home," Macavity said, "There are a lot of bad toms out there and I'd feel awful if I just let someone as beautiful as you to walk home unescorted."

"It's no problem and I wouldn't have been unescorted, Mungojerrie lives with me," she comforted, patting Mungo's shoulder.

"Oh he does," Macavity asked, raising his eyebrows, "Are you mates?"

"No," Mungojerrie said reluctantly as Macavity jovially cried 'Good.' He watched as the street cat continued to make small take with Rumpelteazer, jealousy building up in the pit of his stomach. Mungojerrie always stayed a half step behind them, making sure that this Macavity fellow didn't try to flatter her too much like Tugger does with every other queen. After receiving directions to their home, which they made in Victoria Grove, and dropping them off, Macavity bided 'Good Night' with a promise to see them again, which Mungojerrie hopped wouldn't be kept.

"You were awfully quite," Rumpelteazer commented as they walked up the driveway, "Barely said two words the whole time."

"I don't like him. There's just something about him that rubbed me the wrong way."

"And what was that?"

"The fact that he wanted to rub you," he stated blandly as she laughed embarrassedly.

"He most certainly did not. He was just being a gentleman; being friendly and talking, and you don't meet enough toms like him," she walked through the cat door into the kitchen, "What made you think that he wanted to... 'Rub me'? Was it the fact that he said that I was pretty?"

"Its part of the reason," he mumbled as she hugged him tightly.

"Don't worry Jerrie," she said, rubbing her head against his, "I won't let me 'rub me'. You're the one that I love."

"Alright," he sighed, placing a kiss on her cheek, "What say we go find the Missis and get us some food?"

"What's on your mind Macavity," a grey queen asked, slinking over towards him as he walking towards the freezer he resided in.

"I found Roquefort's little sister," he mumble incoherently; a white queen that was lounging perked up at the response.

"Who's that," the grey queen asked before being pushed aside by the white one.

"Roquefort's; are you sure," she asked in a panicky voice.

Macavity looked up and gave her a strange look, "Yes I'm sure Griddlebone; I named her. It all makes sense really," he continued, walking into his home with Griddlebone in tow, "She's a calico; looks about one and a half; her name!"

"You didn't do anything to her did you?"

"No, she was with some tom that ran into me; Mungojerrie I think it was. I ended up walking them home," he said casually.

"Well..." she fiddled with her paws, "what are you going to do with her?"

"Recruit her of course," he laughed, "and the tom. Never can have enough helping paws..."

"You can't recruit her," she hissed, fur bristling and eyes narrowed.

"And why not," he hissed back, his demeanor much like hers.

Griddlebone warded off slightly, "You promised Roquefort that you wouldn't do anything thing to her; that you'd leave her out of all of this."

"Have you been spying on our conversations," he purred, grabbing her chin.

"We always talked, he told me that you said so," she stated, giving him a hard stare. "You can't recruit her; I won't let you."

"Fine then, I won't recruit her," he agreed, a smile on his lips, "Or have fun with her," he added, seeing the skeptical look he was receiving, "but that tom is fair game. I have no promises to leave any 'Mungojerrie's alone; and nor do I plan on doing so."

A/N: Well, it was nearly a week of waiting and here she be, b'ys. I'm almost done writing it and that makes me really happy. And the pageant (Mr. and Mrs. SAERC Canada) for the Winter Carnival has been canceled due to our hockey team making it to Provincials and the 'Mr.'s having practice. It's kind of bittersweet – I was looking forward to it (I was nominated by the Blue team) but it was just too rushed and stressing. We're going to try again at Spring-Fling. That's really all I have to say, that and I'm wearing a five year old's kilt – its twenty years old and it still looks good.

Kristine…. Can you take my fish? I can't reach the waterfall. Thank you. Now – put him somewhere cool. The top of the fall; yeah, he's a-liking it there. King of the Fall!