"Jem! Jemima!" I heard the voice of the ever famous Rum Tum Tugger call me out of my day dream.
"Coming," I yell as I jumped out from behind Misto's pipe, almost landing on him. "Sorry Misto!"
"That's alright, no harm done Jemi."
"Jemima," Tugger said, "Your mom's getting worried." No sooner had he said that Bombalurina's head shot out of our den.
"Oh, Tugger, thank Heaviside you found her." Mom's been setting me an early curfew ever since the last ball when Macavity showed his ugly evil face, but I don't know why she and dad are so paranoid now. I mean when Macavity escaped the ball he'd been injured by Jenny. It's not like he was coming back tonight, and it wasn't me he wanted it was Aunt Deme. Oh, well at least it was dad who came looking for me tonight not mom or Uncle Munku. If either of them came looking the first thing they would have done was yell at me for breaking an incredible early curfew, with dad he just wants to find me to avoid mom's rath. I don't mind having an early curfew, but I don't like how I have to be in our den before the moon rises. Maybe tomorrow I'll get Misto or Tumble to help me break curfew; mom, dad, and Uncle Munku couldn't possible complain if I had a tom with me. After all if Macavity hadn't shown himself for almost a year why a day before the ball? When I entered our den I went straight to my nest, I didn't want to talk to anyone right now especially my mother.