so you all know, i do not own cats. nor do i own any of my best friends, because if i did i would train them all to dance like tugger and misto and munkus and tell them to sing. well, this is the beginning, but not the first chapter. sure this is really short, but dont worry, this will be stupid in the best ways. i hope so. watch out for the great rumpus cat.
A few months had passed after the jellicle ball, and some of the cats were still getting on with their lives. Mistoffelees and Victoria made their relationship official and were waiting on some kittens. They might be young, but they possessed a type of responsibility that made everyone feel alright. Tugger was still on the prowl, but he had grown closer and closer to Bombalurina that it wasn't really just a silly game anymore. Finally, Munkustrap had declared his love for Bombalurina's sister, Demeter, and now they were courting.
A few more cats had joined the crew as the months went on, some with more exciting stories than others. Some of them were just normally born into the tribe; others came because they had no family left and not a song to their name. The tribe was booming, and life was even more exciting. Things were great, and this is where I will begin the story.