Author's note: This plot bunny came to me with my new obsession with Cats, my realization that Mist and Tugger go great together, (Don't worry non-slashers, this isn't slash), and my dog's predicament of getting her head stuck under the china cabinet. (She's fine, she has a very small head for her breed.) Plot bunnies. You hate them, yet you love them. So apparently, TMNH is back to Fanfictions, Only this time, she's writing about Cats.
Unfortunately, I am not Andrew Lloyd Webber, so I don't own this masterpiece that I'm about to fanfic about. (Yes, I turned it into a verb. I do that XD .) Nothing belongs to me, but the story, and any non-Jellicle characters that may or may not appear.
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Stuck
You may think the Jellicle cats are special, meeting each other every year, singing an dancing. You'd be correct. But contrary to belief, the Jellicles are still just cats, and as any pet owner knows, cats (or any pets) love to get into trouble. Jellicles just happen to get into more trouble.
It was just after the Jellicle ball. Some cats were still hanging around, or getting a last goodbye from a friend that lived particularly far away. Some were even trying to start up another song, but the rest weren't having any of it. They were ready to get some shut eye. Most were starting to head home.
The Rum Tum Tugger, as usual, was one of the last to leave. He'd been flirting with the queens as they left, getting delighted squeals from kittens, and pointed eye-rolls from the older queens. He smirked to himself, he knew the queens were just playing hard to get.
Whether he was delusional about his status among the girls or not, most of them were already gone, so Tugger decided to head out too. It wasn't long that his stomach started to growl, and it wasn't long after that that he spotted a mouse sniffing along the edge of an abandoned pipe. Score, he thought as he crouched down.
He crept forward, making sure his paws touched the ground just ever so slightly. He was practically on top of it when some sound, or scent, or something set in off. Its head shot up, it spotted the big Maine coon coming toward it, and it darted off down the pipe.
Tugger, being as stubborn and as starving as he was, wasn't about to let his catch get away, he shot after it, but soon realized he was never going to fit all the way through the pipe. If I'm quick, he thought, I can catch it on the other side.
It seemed like a good plan, and it probably would have been, but as Tugger back out of the pipe, he realized that he was never going to fit through the pipe. He was going no where fast. The combination of his large frame and wild mane had some how managed to wedge the cat tightly in the end of the pipe. He back legs and tail were free, but his front legs were pinned to his chest and he could feel the top of his head brushing metal. So space to move whatsoever.
He tried to wriggle his way out, but that didn't seem to make matters any better, in fact, it probably wedged him in there further. He let out a frustrated hiss, which sounded more like a growl. If anyone saw him like this-
Well, he didn't want to think what would happen.
Unfortunately, saving his ego would probably mean saving the rest of him was out of the question. There was no way he was rescuing himself.
He was having a riveting mental debate on whether to call for help or not when he heard a voice behind him.
"What are you doing?" It was Quaxo, his house mate, AKA Mr. Mistofelees.
"Oh, you know," Tugger replied sheepishly, "Just hangin' out,"
There was a pause. Tugger could picture the incredulous look on Quaxo's face. "Alright then," he meowed, "See you at home later," Tugger could he pawsteps. Quaxo was walking away.
Tugger sighed. His ego would have to wait, "Quaxo, wait," he called. The pawsteps stopped.
"Hmm?"
Why does he have to make me say it!? Out loud Tugger said, "I'm stuck,"
"You're stuck?" Quaxo replied in mock shock, "How ever did that happen?"
"Just help me," Tugger growled.
"Okay, okay," Quaxo laughed, "Can you move at all?"
"No," he replied, lashing his tail. He heard a clink as Quaxo jumped on top of the pipe.
"I can go get help-" he started to suggest.
"No!" Tugger exclaimed, "I mean..."
"You don't want anyone to see you, do you?" Tugger didn't reply, and Quaxo sighed. "Fine. I'll think of something,"
Tugger sighed too. This was going to be the worst 'after the Ball' ever.
"So how did you get stuck in there?" Quaxo asked after a pause.
"I was chasing a mouse," Tugger grunted,
"And it didn't occur to you at all that the mouth of the pipe was smaller that you?"
"Yeah, yeah, The Rum Tum Tugger did something stupid, let's rub it in while he's stuck in a pipe!" he exclaimed, "Can we please not talk about it!"
"Soo-rry," Quaxo muttered.
"This sucks," Tugger whimpered like a kitten.
"I'll think of something," Quaxo meowed gently.
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Author's note: Short-ish chapter. Hopefully the next ones will be longer. (And no, this story isn't going to be ALL about Tugger stuck in a tube. That isn't the plot at all. It gets a lot more exciting than this. ^.^
~TMNH
