Disclaimer: I do not own any characters created by TS Eliot or Andrew Lloyd Webber and the Really Useful Group. If I did I wouldn't be writing this story and I would be earning heaps of money! Oh, and I am not earning money of this. Also, there are original characters in this story. Please don't use them. It would make me very upset. If you would like to use them however, please ask me first. Please enjoy my story.

Author's Note: Rewritten! Yay!

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Chapter One

"I'm sorry to leave you like this Ruby." The old lady said as she bustled about her small house packing this and that.

Bombalurina watched her passively. "You've gotta do what you've gotta do."

"My sister! Gah!" She flopped down on the overstuffed couch and put her head in her hands.

Feeling sorry for the seventy eight year old Bombalurina leapt off her perch on the mantelpiece and padded over to the lady and rubbed her cheek against the lady's leg. Margaret, for that was her name, picked up the red queen and stroked her soft fur. Bombalurina purred quietly. She was being extremely out of character and god forbid any of her friends see her right now.

"I know it's the middle of winter but you do have someplace to go right?" Margaret asked.

"Of course, it's not like I live here anyway."

Margaret laughed. "Look at me, talking to you like you understand me. Of course you have somewhere to go, you're a street cat!"

Bombalurina huffed. "Street cat! I resent that." She stuck her nose in the air.

Margaret scratched Bombalurina behind the ears causing her to purr louder. "You really saved me you know. I couldn't have gotten through the last three months without you." She glanced at her watch. "Oh goodness! I have to go."

With the speed of a person much younger than herself, Margaret grabbed her suitcases and hurried out the front door, locking it on the way. Bombalurina followed and sat herself on the welcome mat watching the human push everything into her car. Margaret slammed the boot down and took one look at the red queen on her doorstep and chuckled.

"See you in a week." She called before sliding into the driver's seat and driving off down the street.

Bombalurina watched her go and sighed. She got up and stretched, warming her back in the midday sunlight. She sat down again and glanced around the now empty front yard. The sun warmed her head and shoulders and her mind began to wander. She had no idea what she was thinking about, something to do with a name.

Meanwhile two cats padded down the sidewalk, laughing and joking, tumbling and leaping. The larger tom stopped in his tracks, his smaller and younger sister skipping ahead. She skidded to a halt and glanced back at her brother who was staring at the doorstep of the house in front of them. She trotted over to him and sat down looking at the doorstep too.

"Is that Bombalurina?" Mungojerrie asked is sister.

Rumpelteazer cocker her head. "Yep"

The siblings crept down the path to the door and sat in front of the red queen. She didn't notice them and kept thinking about that name. It was nagging her something terrible, she knew it was there, she just couldn't find it if that made sense. Earth to Bombalurina. Earth to Bombalurina.

"What's wrong with her?" Teazer asked.

Jerrie shrugged and picked up a small flower from the ground and placed it on Bombalurina's head. She suddenly shook her head and glared at the two mischievous cats.

"What do you two want?" She snapped, annoyed her train of thought had been broken.

"Nothing, are you gonna come to the junkyard with us?" Teazer asked.

Shrugging Bombalurina got up, stretched and shook herself and followed the tiger tabby siblings to their junkyard home.

The first thing she noticed when she entered the junkyard was the absence of Jennyanydots. Jellylorum had her hands full with the kittens who were taking advantage of the situation and causing all kinds of trouble. Bombalurina chuckled to herself and seated herself next to Demeter, her best friend.

Demeter looked up and grinned. She was Bombalurina's complete opposite, but like she heard one of the teenagers in her old home say, positive and positive magnets didn't attract each other or something like that. Hey, she was half asleep at the time!

A ball of yarn rolled and stopped in front of Bombalurina. Little Electra came running after it and paused in front of the older queen. Bombalurina picked up the ball and passed it from paw to par. Electra watched the ball intently. Bombalurina looked down at the tortoise-shell and tossed her back the ball.

Demeter rolled her eyes. Her friend really had no patience with kittens.

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After waking up from a peaceful night Bombalurina left her den and padded out into the junkyard stretching her back. There was no one around except for Jellylorum who lay in the sun completely still. B cocked her head and padded over to the nanny cat. B poked the older queen who rolled over groaning.

"You don't sound too good." Bombalurina stated obviously.

If cats could look pale, Jellylorum would have looked like Victoria at this point. Bombalurina began to panic, was she dying, what was wrong, she paced back and forth shaking her head. What to do? What to do? Lucky for her Alonzo, second in charge to Munkustrap came padding out into the sunlight. He took one look at Jellylorum and a frantic Bombalurina and pulled the older cat onto his back.

"Which way is her home?" He asked the red queen.

This was really racking her brains. Bombalurina slapped her forehead with her paw several times she realized she didn't know.

"Jelly, where's your home?" She asked softly.

Jelly raised her head, her eyes barely open. "West Point Road." Her voice was barely a whisper.

The two made off towards West Point Road trotting at a brisk pace. Twenty minutes passed, along with houses and streets. They turned into old West Point. Jellylorum's scent was unmistakable in this area and they were quick to find her home. Alonzo placed her gently down on the front door, the old cat forcing a smile up at them.

"Bombalurina, look after, look after, the kits." She rasped.

Bombalurina was shocked. Look after kittens? Her? She nodded anyway, she would do her best. Alonzo scratched on the door until he heard footsteps and the bicolour tom and red queen slipped away before they could be seen.

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They entered the junkyard together and went their separate ways. In the centre of the clearing the group of kittens sat looking around for their caretaker. Bombalurina approached them. Victoria, the oldest, stepped forward.

"Where's Jelly?" She asked.

Bombalurina sighed. "Sick, she asked me to look after you."

Authors Note: Ok..I think this is better. Hopefully….hehe…