Bomba x Pouncival

I am not dead! I am here! Still alive. And I'm writing again! Mind. Blown. Here is my next story. I asked a friend to give me an idea for this story. Basically Pounce is trying to win Bomba's heart but she just sees him as a little brother… for now.

She would have never let him in her den, let alone her room. He was a tom. In fact, scratch that, he was a tom-kit. Bombalurina was not one to just let any toms come in (with one exception, a very fluffy egotistical exception), but seeing poor little Pouncival out in the rain, all alone, tugged at one of her heartstrings and she felt compelled to let the soaking kitten in.

She sat him on her couch, a warm, blue towel draped across his shivering shoulders. He looked at her pathetically, with warm brown eyes, that of which was not dissimilar to her niece, Jemima's, though Pounce's were shining with fake tears of gratitude. For him, everything went according to plan.

It was simple, really. He even made a list that was hanging one his chalkboard in his room right now.

Step 1. Get the love of your life (in this case Bomba) to take pity on you.

Step 2. Let her invite you in.

Step 3. You flirt.

Step 4. You kiss her.

Step 5. You live happily ever after.

Notes: effectively use the kitten eyes, watch out for RTT (Rum Tum Tugger), and take notes from Cassandra on how to kiss properly.

Well, he'd only made it to step 2, but he had confidence in himself that if he had made this far.

Step 1. Get the love of your life (in this case Bomba) to take pity on you.
Step 2. Let her invite you in.
Step 3. You flirt.
Step 4. Kiss.
Step 5. You live happily ever after.

Now for step three: flirt.

Bomba sat down beside him. He smiled at her. Quick, he thought, complement her on something! Do something! Say SOMETHING!

"You know." He began, "that…" Come on! "Dogs have 319 bones in their body, while cats have only 244."

Strike One!

Bombalurina look a bit confused.

"Ummm… cool, I guess." She said.

Pouncival mentally kicked himself.

"Um," he tried again, "Did you know," Hurry up you blubbering idiot! "That London held the 1908, 1948 and 2012 Olympics."

Strike Two! Pull yourself together man!

Bomba played off this one,

"I know, I've been to all of them."

Pouncival was the one to look confused.

"Really?" he asked.

"No!" Bomba said, looking slightly insulted, "How old do you think I am?"

Come on Pounce! He thought you're open for a shot! Go for it!

"You're old enough be an angel." He said.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(That was the sound of Pounce dying inside)

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! That was more cliché than a 90s chick flick! How could you be so-?

"Aw," Bomba said, blushing a bit, "You're so cute."

Pounce stopped. What? Okay, not too bad, not too bad. Say something else.

"You know, you have the most beautiful eyes."

Bomba pushed a hair out of her face.

"Thanks." She said.

Step 1. Get the love of your life (in this case Bomba) to take pity on you.
Step 2. Let her invite you in.
Step 3. You flirt.
Step 4. Kiss.
Step 5. You live happily ever after.

So close! Don't muck this up. Just lean in. That's it. A little closer. Remember what Cassandra taught you.

He was so close. He had almost kissed her… except, she pulled back.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Pounce pulled back
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Think. Think. Think!

"Nothing." He said, while his consciousness face-palmed.

"Didn't look like nothing," Bomba said, "Looks like little Pouncey was trying to get a peck. Wait, does little Pouncey have a crush?"

"N-n-no." Pounce said. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t…

"Ah yes!" Bomba cried, "Aw! That is literally the cutest thing!

Pounce wanted at that point to crawl into a little ball and never see anyone again.

"Pouncey, Pouncey, Pouncey, I am too old for you right. And above that, you're like a little brother to me.

Those words cut through Pouncival like a knife. Little brother? Little brother? LITTLE BROTHER?!

"And besides," Bomba continued, "I'm already with someone else." Her eyes became glazed over, and dreamy. A common trait to every queen (besides Demeter), when they thought of a certain cat. The Rum Tum Tugger. Pounce headed dejectedly, for the door, ready to head home and rip apart his list.

"Pounce, wait!" Bomba cried, but he had already slammed the door closed.

Pounce stumbled his way towards his den. Suddenly a bright ball of excitement bounced up beside him.

"Hey, Etcetera…" he said sadly.

"Hi. I saw you leave Bomba's," Etccy said, uncharacteristically shy and quiet. "I thought you could use your company. Did things not go well?"

Etcetera was the only person he told about his plan to woo Bomba. Strangely, she wasn't very on board with the whole idea.

"No." Pounce said, "They went horribly. A little brother! She thinks of me as a little brother. I'm sorry, Cece. I just want to be alone right now."

Etcetera turned her head to the side. "Why?"

"Because nobody loves me and I'm going to go die in a hole, forever alone!"

Etccy frowned as Pounce stormed away. She chased after him.

"Pouncey!" She called as she grabbed his arm, laying a smile kiss on his top lip. She blushed at him.

"I-I do." She muttered before running away.

Step 4. Kiss.
Step 5. You live happily ever after.

NEXT COUPLE IS:

Demeter & Macavity