"What was he thinking?"
I was venting to my sister, Demeter, even though I was mad at her, too.
"Look, he said he was sorry, Bomba-"
"Sorry? Sorry? What's 'sorry' is his ability to act like nothing even happened!" I prowled around the wooden crate Demi was sitting on. "What the hell were you thinking?"
She shifted in her seat. "It was after we'd shared that eggnog last night. I guess I walked into the wrong den-"I shot her a glare as cold as the snow under my paws. "Hey, you know what dairy does to me!" she held up her paws innocently. "Anyway, I saw Tugger and thought he was Munki. They look surprisingly alike in the dark. . ." Another glare. "Alright, I know Tugger's taller and walks and sounds completely different, but I was drunk! He took advantage of me! He just led me into his den and we-"
"Alright!" I growled. I'd heard enough. I took a deep breath and exhaled. My breath made a thick cloud of frost. "It wasn't your fault entirely. But if the door is locked tonight, "I said with a sharp edge to my voice, "don't expect to sleep inside!" I stalked off. "Maybe Munkustrap will let you bunk with him," I called over my shoulder, "if he isn't as mad at you as I am!"
"Sure, I mess around with all the queens every day and Bomba never says a word. But the minute I make an honest mistake, she goes off on me!" I ran a hand through my thick mane. "I mean sure, if some tom were to use you, I'd want to tear them to pieces! But it was an honest mistake! It was dark, and Demeter just walks in here without warning, looking very sexy I might add, and I assume it's Bombalurina! So I do what I'd normally do with Bomba- take her inside for the night! " I sit down on my bed. "Am I that wrong, Truff?"
Truffalora, my baby sister, was mute. She sat on my bed, legs crossed, listening to my predicament. She nodded slowly, thinking. "I wondered what all that noise was last night," she signed with a smirk. "I don't know, Tugger, she seemed pretty bloodthirsty. I'd hide out until she cools off."
I chuckled. "Yeah, right. Bombalurina letting go of a grudge." I hugged Truff, embracing her natural warmth. "Thanks, kitten. You're a great help."
"Stop it! Now go hide. This is the first place she'll look, you know." My sister pushed me out the door, totally exposing me to any threat Bomba might pose.
"Yeah, thanks, kitten," I muttered under my breath as I ran away.