A/N: Hey everybody. I'm still alive. Been really busy with school lately so if I don't update that would be why. Whiskey Kitten is coming along nicely and should be up soon. Hopefully. This is just some random thing I came up with while listening to Growltiger's last stand. It's really random so it will probably be really bad. Just a warning.

Disclaimer: Don't own cats.

Relationships so far:

Mungojerrie: Son of Growltiger.

Victoria: Daughter of Lady Griddlebone.

It was a stormy day and Growltiger's ship was anchored in London. He and his son were paying a visit to Growltiger's brothers, Gus, the theatre cat and Old Deuteronomy. Mungojerrie was only young and enjoyed visiting his uncles because they told great stories.

On that day, when they entered the junkyard, there were some new cats there. There was a young tom, a couple of years older than Mungojerrie, a tall, scarlet queen and a small black and gold queen.

Old Deuteronomy welcomed the pair with open arms. "Well, if it isn't my two favourite sea cats." He said in a fatherly tone.

"Hello my brother. How are you?" greeted the one eyed tabby.

"Very well, thank you. And how are you Mungojerrie? Have you been helping your father with his sailing?" asked the kitten's uncle.

"Ve'y well fank ya" replied the younger tabby in a thick cockney accent, "an' yes oi have bin 'elpin' moi dad."

Suddenly, a pure white Persian queen strutted out from one of the dens. She was followed by another pure white queen, although she was younger and had shorter fur. The younger queen looked about Mungojerrie's age, maybe a little older.

Growltiger stood frozen staring at the Persian. Mungojerrie looked up at his father and tugged on his fur to get his attention.

"Daddy, 'ho's the predy woi'e queens?" he asked.

"I don't know son." He replied," Who are the beautiful snowy queens, brother?"

"That is the Lady Griddlebone and her daughter Victoria." Replied the Jellicle leader.

"I think I'm in love" said Growltiger to himself.

"Is she gonna be moi new mummy?" asked Mungojerrie

"Maybe son, maybe" was all his father could say.

Victoria was sitting by herself on the old tyre when she was approached by a young tabby.

"Hoi" he said.

"Hello" she replied.

"Oi'm Mungojerrie. Moi dad's Growltiger an' he finks your mummy's predy." He said trying to be friendly.

"That's nice of him. My name is Victoria. Your accent is funny" she said

"Why fank ya. Oi loike me accent too." He said

"I am four years old. How old are you if you don't mind me asking" she queried

"No' a' all. Oi'm free years ol'" he replied.

Gowltiger called Mungojerrie for dinner.

"Oi gotta go. I'll see ya 'round" he said as he ran off.

"It was nice meeting you" Victoria called after him.

A/N: So there was the beginning of my second story ever! I won't continue unless you review and you tell me that you want more. So if you do be sure to let me know. Even if you don't like it I appreciate constructive criticism so keep that coming too. No flame please. R&R

-Mungo's Little Teazer