Ever since Grizabella left the Junkyard, the Jellicle tribe felt at loss of a key member.
"We'll get a new cat to join us from another Jellicle tribe soon enough." Old Deuteronomy kept repeating and yet, no one came. No matter how many times it was told, this promise excited all of the cats… Well, mostly.
There he was, the most regal cat. With his dark brown coat sleeked back and a golden mane around his neck. It of course was the Rum Tum Tugger. The Tugger was a curious cat, never agreeing with the opinions of society, except, of course, when it came to him and his fans. He wasn't very excited about a new stranger cat joining their tight, personal group; in fact, he thought cats didn't even need to move on to new lives. Too much change for a fabulous tom.
"What's wrong brother?" Munkustrap was as usual, watching his younger brother with a close eye, but today something didn't seem right with his younger brother.
"Nothing, Munku." Tugger said.
"Yes, sure." Munkustrap said lifting an eyebrow.
"Stop." The Tugger said with a dangerous voice. "I'm warning you!"
"Hmm. I'd rather hiss at you and scare you into telling me than not know." The Tugger gave him a murderous look. Munkustrap read it and immediately started laughing. When the Tugger saw this he immediately pounced onto Munkustrap's shoulders and started to wrestle.
"So now will you tell me?" Munkustrap said to a shattered Rum Tum Tugger. "I did beat you at wrestling."
"Fine: I don't want a new cat!" The Tugger roared. "Satisfied?" he said with a trace of sass in his voice.
"Classic Tugger." Munkustrap said rolling his eyes. "You're never up for newness. No wonder Misto thinks you're an awful bore. Give it a chance!" And to The Tugger's surprise, the next day he did.
All of the sudden, in the middle of the night, when Jellicles play, a bright light descended from the Heaviside layer. It was the new cat.
Thoughts were racing in every cat's mind. Is it a queen or a tom? Is it beautiful? Is it polite? All of which was answered.
A striking young queen appeared. Her fur was a Maine Coon's consisting of a white base with silvery tiger stripes.
Suddenly, all the toms stared at her with a great focus and most of the kittens stared with envy for they knew one certain cat was bound to be drawn to her.