I think I'm going to break on the other stories because I particularly like this story.
Disclaimer: Sadly all I own is a play bill from the 2010 national tour of CATS. Which I saw with one of my best friends.
On with the story.
Third person POV
Munkustrap swiveled Demeter and Bombalurina in the opposite direction that they were going in. "Looks like we were going the wrong way, Bomba," Demeter signed. (Yes they know sign language, bear with me). "Ya think," Bombalurina replied.
Soon the trio was face to face with an enormous… "Junkyard, really? A junkyard," Bombalurina looked very unimpressed. Obviously she had been expecting a huge, crystal palace. Munkustrap just grinned. He grabbed Demeter and Bombalurina's paws and led them inside.
What was inside made both cats' jaws drop to the floor in an enormous gape. Cats were everywhere! Kittens running around being chased be their caretakers, couples curled up together in private places, and some just lounging trash, but the thing was, the trash looked band new! . As the trio passed through, a cat that looked Mukustrap's age neared the group. It was an orange cat wearing a red vest that had a pocket watch dangling from one of his pockets. "Your father has been worried. Now get a move on before he sends out a search party." The tomcat spoke in a thick Scottish accent. Munkustrap rolled his eyes and took us to a huge vicarage wall. We all scrambled in through one of the tiny openings. The earth was covered with a tread-bare velvet rug; a broken chandelier hung from the ceiling, and in the middle sat what looked like a great mass of brown fur. The fur soon stirred and then stood to reveal an elderly cat with a creased face from smiling so much.
"My son, you have returned. How was your daily walk through the forest?" He spoke in a calm, almost soothing voice.
"It was fine. I was able to think about many things that have been on my mind lately."
"I see that you have found some newcomers. Tell me, what are their names?"
"Oh! Um, this is Bombalurina," He put his hand over Bombalurina's head "And this is Demeter." Munkustrap's hand now hovered over Demeter.
"Ah, I see," He now got the message his son was trying to send him. "Well, please show them to their guest suites. Bombalurina and Demeter will be sleeping in the guest den next to the room you and your step brother share."
"Mm-hmm. See you at dinner Dad!" Munkustrap led the two queens to their den. "This is where you'll be sleeping. Try not to get too cozy!" And with that, he was gone with a simple wave of his silver paw.
Bombalurina dropped all her things onto her rose-printed quilt. "Settled! Now I am going to go see that very fine Maine Coon whose name is the Rum Tum Tugger." She slipped into the room next door. Five seconds after Bombalurina had gone into the room she heard some romantic harmonizing. Demeter sighed. I wish I could have my sister's beauty, she thought then Munkustrap might fall for me.
Unlike Bombalurina, Demeter unpacked all of her things and neatly put them into small piles in drawers. She shut the drawers and stared at one of the handles. It was a cats head with very visible fangs, but what caught her eye was the crest on the hoop that came out of the cat's ears. Is Munkustrap related to the Prat Clan? Demeter shrugged off the thought and decided to go out into the junkyard for a nice little walk, hoping that she would run into a certain silver and black striped tabby.
Like it? I think I'm going to mainly focus on this story more than the others. Did you know that in hieroglyphics feather is spelt: F(short)e(some symbol for hard "th")r. I learned this a couple of days ago.
-Meg