HAT: I wrote this in first person because it's a nice change from all the third person (I thought back and realize I have NO first person stories on my profile (I refuse to do second person) and decided to have one)... *sits criss-crossed with chin on palm and elbow on knee* I remember saying to myself, "self?" and myself said, "huh?" and I said, "I refuse to put Skimble with anyone younger than Misto"... I feel like every one-shot I go gets worse and worse and less and less... moral... I'm ashamed. *sulks* Just... just read... You know what, don't read, escape this! Don't, please, don't read it! Why did I post this?! WHAT THE FUDGE DID I DO?!
Dislclaimer: I own nothing besides the plot because if I did own Cats, Macavity would sparkle like the vampires on Twilight.
I rub my dark brown eyes and sighs. I've just got done playing with my friends and now I sit awake in the middle of the day for a catnap, like we all do, feeling guilty. I has a problem, a major one... I has a crush on my friend's uncle. Which friends? Electra, Etcetera, Tumblebrutus, and Pouncival. Who's their mother? A certain Gumbie Cat with orange fur with tiger stripes and leopard spots. Jennyanydots. Who's their uncle? Well, I have so many descriptions to hint at him. Tall, broad shouldered, orange fur, brown and dark orange stripes, the second most recognizable trait: long brown tail, and the first: glass-green eyes. Figure it out yet?
Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat.
Yes, I have a crush on the cat of the railway train. It feels so wrong because he's the uncle of my friends and he's at least a decade older than me... but I can't help it. Trust me, I've tried not to like him so much, but it doesn't work and hiding it's getting hard because every single time he's around I stare. It seems like I listen for him because I'm the first one to hear him and run to him when he returns and receive a hug from him.
About fifteen minutes later I hear his whistling, and I grin, getting up and landing in a crouch at the bottom of the pile of junk I was previously on and I hear the rest of my friends get excited at the sound of the favorite uncle. I run and he grins at the sight of us, but I imagine that he'd grinning at the sight of me. I crash into him and I'm on his chest while everyone piles on top of us, but I don't mind as I breathe in his amazing scent of railway, Scotch, a touch of magic, and something else I could never describe. When I feel less weight on my back I'm a little disappointed, but I get up anyway, keeping a grin on my face.
"Tell us a story!" Rumpelteazer begs.
"I dunno, Teazer..."
"Please," I say, batting my eyes and I can feel everyone crowding us and doing the same.
He has his paw caressing his chin in contemplation while his glass-green eyes shift from me to the others and landing on me again. "I suppose so."
"Alright, I'll tell you about a young tom rescuing a beautiful young queen," he says, settling down wish us gathered around him.
He tells of a beautiful she-cat being captured by an evil king who wanted her all to himself and then a tall, brave, handsome tom overcoming many obstacles just to save her and her struggles with the evil king. Throughout the entire story I imagine I'm the queen and Skimble's the tom rescuing her. I'm sure that everyone else (she-kits, not the tom-kits... just in case they find this) is imagining Rum Tum Tugger or some other tom saving them, but I'm imagining the one telling me the story saving me and giving me a kiss at the end of the story.
"The end."
"That was a great story!" Etcetera says.
"Yes and now it's time for bed... oh, Jemima's asleep," Skimbleshanks says. I'm not asleep and I'm about to say something when he says, "I'll carry her to bed. The rest of you go on, I'll be home soon, Jerrie, Teazer."
"Alright," the Cockney voices reply.
I'm picked up and my head rests on his chest. I can't help but sigh and body my face in his shoulder, my fingers lacing through the revealed fur on his chest (his waistcoat's all, but off his shoulders) and squeeze my paw, hoping to stay like this forever. Victoria and Skimble talk quietly and I'm tucked into the bed and I reluctantly let go of his fur and I hear him tuck in my sister and give her a kiss on the forehead (like he does with all of us kits) and my insides are bubbling with anticipation as I feel his warm lips on my cheek.
"Goodnight, Jemima," he whispers, rubbing my ear before he leaves.
I fall asleep, a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach. This was a good night.
HAT: *sighs* I know some of you say I make all of these random one-shots and pairings work, but I look back and I think "damn, what was I thinking... maybe I should take it down and let the idea of it die," but I don't do it... *sigh* I also think "how in the world did I make this work?" every single time I see your review... please explain it to me, how do I make all of these work?
Bombalurina: Wait... you said in the beginning you wouldn't put Skimble with anyone younger than Misto and you say each one-shot you make gets worse and worse, less morals and such... she's just a kit with a crush.
HAT: I had tried to make the two fall in love, but it didn't work, it went against every fiber of my being to do it so I just didn't.
Bombalurina: *rolls eyes* Of course.
HAT: And admittedly, I think I might be *gasp* a fan-girl over Skimble.
Bombalurina: -_- yes, big shocker, like we didn't know that from Skimble being in all your stories and on your profile in bold, italics, and underlined as number one on your list of favorite characters... you do realize that every single story of yours, even if Skimble isn't the main focus, he's still in there a lot... and I've looked at her drafts, it's like that in those as well.
HAT: Don't tell them that!
Bombalurina: I might even go as far as to say-
HAT: Just... tell them what's on this card, Bomba.
Bombalurina: *takes card and glares* You're so rude... Review... AND HAT HAS-
HAT: *tackles Bomba* LIES!
Tugger: *slips in with evil grin* Revenge... We have a theory that your dear author HAT has-
HAT: *fights Bombalurina* CUT THE SOUND! CUT THE SOUND!
*sounds cut off*
Tugger: *holds up card that says: theory she has a crush on Skimble* *silent* HA! *holds up another card that says: Revenge is sweet.*
*fades to black*
(HAT: *lmao* I'm looking back at this and dying from laughter. *sigh* but I'm merely fan-girl O-O I think... Anyway, please review!)
