HAT: Okay, so I decided to continue this story with a few thoughts in mind. It's not gonna be one of my longest stories, but it's gonna be a pretty good length. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this... if you can.

Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the plot and OCs.

I wake up and stretch, finding that my sister, Victoria's asleep still. I decide that she needs all the rest she can get before she moves in with Plato and leaves me alone. Yes, that's what will happen, I'll have this entire den to myself when Mistoffelees is with his humans like he was last night. I wash myself and smooth my fur before I walk out of the den. I wonder around the junkyard and see a certain Maine Coon with a certain red queen. I smile. I always found that they made a cute couple and I wouldn't mind having Bombalurina as a sister-in-law. I decide to look at who's doing what as I sit in the pipe.

Coricopat and Tantomile are washing off near the old dresser. Admetus is teaching Pouncival a new move... Tumblebrutus is staring at Tantomile from across the junkyard on top of the oven. Jellylorum's scolding Etcetera and wrapping up her paw, most likely from doing something too close to glass. Cassandra, Demeter, and Exotica are (most likely) gossiping. Munkustrap's talking to Alonzo. I grin at this and decide to talk for each of them as I see them motioning.

"Am I pretty?" I say for my brother.

"Yes you're very pretty, Munkustrap, prettiest tom I've ever seen," I have Alonzo answer.

"Well, of course. Even better looking than Tugger," I have Munkustrap say.

Alonzo makes a face. "I wouldn't go that far."

"But Demeter-" Alonzo cuts off Munkustrap.

"But Demeter's your mate and she's irritated by him."

"I thought you said I was the prettiest tom you've ever seen?"

Alonzo scratches his cheek. "Well, besides him... can we change the subject?"

"Fine... Do you think that Jemima's tall?"

Yes, I'm short and I know this, but I want to be so I have Alonzo say, "Yes, she's very tall. Taller than Bombalurina."

"Last I checked you only come to my shoulder," a familiar voice says behind me and I look to face Skimbleshanks and he has an amused look on his face as he lays on top of the pipe. I never saw, heard, or smelled him coming!

I can feel blush covering my face. "S-Skimble! Um... well, see, I was bored and-"

He chuckles. "I know. It's easy to see. However you shouldn't be so upset about being short," he assures.

I smile. "Thanks..."

"Any time, lass. Now, run along. I'm sure you have something much better to do than sit here and talk to me," he mutters, arching his back with a stretch before relaxing again before he flicks his tail. "Jerrie... Teazer... you're not going to catch my tail."

The calico twins come out with disappointed faces. They aren't Skimble's but he found them and took them in and raised them (but since he always went on the railway and wasn't always there, they got a little rowdy), so they live with him for the time being. I slip deeper into the tunnel and come out the back. He said Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer couldn't get his tail, he didn't say I'm not. I prowl silently forward, his long brown tail in my sight, but the second I get ready to pounce he sighs.

"Jemima, you won't get my tail either," he informs and I feel my shoulders sag. That's the one thing I want to accomplish with Skimbleshanks if it's not getting his heart. Getting his tail! The hardest thing for even adults to do. I've seen Alonzo try and fail once. I've even seen Macavity come to the junkyard just to try and get his tail and failed and he went home miserable, so that tells you his tail's fair game for anyone at any time almost anywhere. I sigh and share a look with Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer. "I don't know why your goals are to get my tail."

We don't answer and I slip back into the pipe. Skimble reaches down and rubs my ear and I close my eyes for a second, taking in the affectionate gesture and when his paw retreats I look back up at him and he's got Rumpelteazer curled up to him and Mungojerrie trying to get his tail again. Skimble's face is one of content and I smile at seeing that. Even if I can't be with him, I want to do whatever I can to make him happy. I jump up and curl on his other side and then he purrs.

"I never thought I'd get so much attention so early in the morning," he purrs.

"Uncle Skimble..." we groan.

"I know, I know, too sentimental."

I nuzzle his shoulder and breathe in his amazing scent that makes my head spin. His scent has always had a calming effect on me, so whenever danger comes around (aka, my eldest brother, Macavity) I would always run to him. He always makes everything better. A deep rumbling in his chest makes me vibrate and I'm sure Rumpelteazer can feel it too.

"Gah! Almost," Mungojerrie mutters.

A light chuckle from the tail's owner. "Give it up, lad. The only one that's ever caught my tail was Jenny and that was before anyone tried to go for it."

The male thief huffs and climbs onto the marmalade tom's back, making him grunt with a little pain, but other than that the green eyed tom doesn't complain. "One day, uncle Skimble, mark my words."

Skimble chuckles. "Alright, but that one day won't come any time soon."

Rumpelteazer and I purr in amusement at this. If anyone was going to catch his tail, it would be me! The only way we'd probably get his tail is if he's dead, but then it's be useless. I shove all thoughts of Skimbleshanks dead out of my mind and then press closer to him, deciding to take a nap on him. I hear Rumpelteazer sigh and fall asleep as well and then I can hear that he kisses Rumpelteazer's... forehead or cheek? Then I feel warm lips on my cheek and I let out a sigh and nuzzle him before I drift off.

-LINE-

I wake up and find myself being carried by Skimble once again. I blink open my eyes and yawn and I hear Skimble chuckle. "Good afternoon miss Jemima," he says, making me blush. "I take it you had a wonderful nap?"

I nod sleepily and lay my head on his shoulder. "Mhm..."

"Any dreams?"

Yes. "No."

"Oh, come on, you've had plenty of dreams... reluctant?"

Yes. "No."

The Scottish tom smirks and jostles me. "Come on, lass, tell me!"

"No!" I squeal, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

He chuckles. "Alright, but next time, you can't keep your dream to yourself."

I nod. "I promise."

He nears the den I share with Victoria and he tilts his head. "You'll have this place all to yourself when Victoria and Plato move in together... how will you feel?"

I shrug. "Mixed feelings," I mumble.

"Well, whenever you feel like it, after she leaves, you can come over anytime you want. Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer will be moving out soon anyway. Going to end up thieving in other places."

They stay with Skimble when in the junkyard, but typically live up in the rich neighborhood near Bustopher Jones, so, yeah, they'll be getting their own permanent den(s) sometime later in the junkyard for when they visit. I know that Skimble loves having company, everyone does, and so I know that he's more than willing to have some company when 'his kits' leave eventually. I'll happily come over to give him company any day.

"I'll be sure to take you up on that offer," I reply.

He chuckles. "Alright, since you're awake, I take it you're hungry?"

I nod, my stomach grumbling.

"Hey Jemima! When you're done being a kit, wanna come hunting?" Pouncival calls from Mungojerrie's side.

I blush and Skimble chuckles. "Go on and hunt with them."

Then I do something that makes me rush off quick, fast, and in a hurry with blush on my face... I kiss his cheek. He seems a bit shocked, but I don't stay to see the remainder of his reaction and rush over to Pouncival and Mungojerrie who're chuckling.

"Jemi's still a kitten," Mungojerrie teases, poking my side and I jerk away, hitting him back.

"Am not!" I protest. "I'm sixteen!"

"Uh-huh. Still act like a kit, though," Pouncival says.

"Can we go hunting?" I snap.

"Sure, sure," Pouncival replies and we go off hunting for dinner.

HAT: So, there's that chapter... the next one will have purpose... maybe. No, it will, there will be purpose. It may not be in there the entire time, but there will be purpose.

Grizabella: Marvelous.

HAT: Hey, Griz! I was just telling them about the next chapter.

Grizabella: You didn't give away that you make Skimble (SPOILER, SPOILER, SPOILER) did you?

HAT: No... but thank you for letting them know... now there's no point in finishing the story.

Grizabella: *smirks* Uh-huh. Review.

HAT: Pretty please with steak covered in bacon on top! (Now I want steak covered in bacon... sounds really good.)