Blame it on the Queens
Based off of Blame it on the Girls by MIKA
(A very short Drabble)
"He's got looks like books,
Takes pages to turn,
Gotta face to make you fall on your knees..."
Tugger sat in the bar by a strange-cat he ha never met. He had come here an hour ago to drown his sorrows on a bottle of wine as he thought about the day previous.
Etcetera had gotten sick, and the rest of the fan club were either looking after her, or had caught it from her. Bomba had blown him off for Alonzo, not that they had been in a relationship, any ways. The Rum Tum Tugger does not get tied down. He had caught the pair kissing on the tyre. Mistoffelees, of course, rubbed it in his face. Mumkustrap had yelled at him for being "a lazy good-for-nothing statue" and not helping him clean up Jenny's den. The kittens had near destroyed it, and she had no energy to clean it herself.
On top of all of that, it had rained the night previous, and there were mud puddles everywhere. He had tripped (ever so gracefully) and fallen face-first, drenching his mane in te dreadful brown goop and earning a bath from his owner.
Depressed and a little boosed, he turned to the cat beside him.
"My life sucks."
The cat studied him for a moment, looking him over. He looked at his fancy studded belt, no doubt expensive. He gazed at his handsome features. Quite a good looking face. He also noted the way he winked at Queens across the room, making them giggle and swoon.
He turned to the maned main coon and sighed.
"Your perspective on life sucks."
