Author's Note: For some reason I have not been able to edit my stories from this site, so this is the first author's note I've been able to write for this story…YAY! Okay. So, responding to my one piece of (glorious) constructive criticism, (And I am really so thankful for it) I do think that Munkustrap is a little harsher than one would expect him to be in the first chapter. My reasoning behind this stems from my own experiences with my brother. I am a very responsible, level headed, kind person, but sometime my brother just pushes me to be a real pain in the _. He's my weakness, and I think Tugger is Munkustrap's. The second chapter is kind of me playing around with characters. I'm really trying to make Tugger and Munkustrap real foil characters, so I'm setting Munkustrap up to be this very proper guy, and later on, we will see how truly disgusting Tugger can be. (Wow, that will be fun to write) This chapter is almost the turning point in the story, until Victoria and Jem show up and he reverts back to his old ways. (Don't blame it on the children, it's not their fault he's a pig) My final note will be this: I really wanted to emphasize things about these characters, and in doing so I made them a little more human-ish, and a little less cat-ish. I hope that doesn't make it any less fun to read. Enjoy! And please review!

The brothers spent their breakfast glaring silently at each other, Tugger thinking about the long weeks ahead of him, and Munkustrap thinking about Demeter. After Munkustrap had cleared their plates and settled Tugger on the couch, he put on his hat and headed towards the door.

"Wait!" Tugger yelled form across the den. "What am I supposed to do all day?"

"Rest. That's what Jenny would've had you do." Munkustrap opened the door, but was once again interrupted.

"I've been resting for the past three days! I'm going to go stir crazy!"

"Want me to send Electra…" He paused for a moment trying to think of who else paraded around with Tugger. "…and company to baby-sit?"

"NO!" Tugger yelled.

"Fine, then just rest. There are a few books on the coffee table if the wind so moves you to read." He paused impatiently as his brother let out a defiant "Pfft." But Munkustrap gathered himself. "And the radio has been working lately."

"I'm going to die…" Tugger groaned.

"You're not going to die. At least not in the next few weeks. Once you're outta' here you're on your own, though." Tugger let out another groan. "And remember, Victoria may be home around lunch. If she's alone, be a nice uncle; if she's got friends, be civilized."

"Whatever." Tugger let his head hang over the arm of the couch, and was now looking at his brother upside down.

"I'm serious. Though, I don't know how much hip shakin' you'll be doing in your condition." Munkustrap let out a deep laugh and left quickly.

Tugger was all alone. Better, though, he was all alone in his stuck-up brother's house. He perused the books on the table that were separated into two piles. One containing The Odyssey, All Quiet on the Western Front, and a countless many others by Charles Dickens (Including yet another copy of A Tale of Two Cities), and the other, much taller stack compiled of The Twilight Saga and Nicolas Sparks. Tugger assumed they were separated into Munkustrap's versus Demeter's…until he found a bookmark with his brother's handwriting sticking out of Dear John.

Tugger sighed. How did his brother, the nerd, the kiss-up, the prim-and-proper piano playing, classic reading, ballet watching, opera singing geek, end up with the best den in the yard, a second in command position, and Demeter? Because that's what it took in life, and more importantly, that's what the queens around there were into. Tugger thought hard about that. He sang like a rock star, looked like a god, and could probably sweet talk Gus into at least a dinner date if he tried hard enough…but that was it.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. All of the kittens in the yard either wanted to date him, or be him, but those were the kittens. The queens, anyone within a two year age span of him, were either taken or had left him alone in his den in the middle of the night at least once.

"Ouch." He said out loud to himself.

"Need another aspirin?" A small, high-pitched voice asked from the kitchen. Tugger jumped, not having realized that he had fallen asleep and was now being watched intensively by two teenaged queens.

"Hu? Oh, no, that's okay." He stretched out his back legs, rolling his ankles and making them pop. "Hi, Victoria. Hi…?" He trailed off, not being able to think of the other's name.

"Jem." The other one said.

"Oh, hi."

"Hi!" Jem answered enthusiastically. The two girls were sitting at the kitchen table, both facing him. They each had their head in a paw, and a straw, coming up from a pink drink, in their mouths. They moved almost in unison, as he had noticed many other young queens did, and they never took their eyes off of him.

"Um, so, you guys got lunch?" He asked awkwardly, his head hanging upside down again.

"Yeah." They said at the same time.

"Uh…" Tugger started.

"We'll leave in a sec, don't worry." At almost the same time, their drinks ran out, and they stood to put their glasses in the sink. "Whatcha been doin'?" Victoria continued. She started over to the living room, and her friend followed.

" Uh…" Is all Tugger could think of.

"Jeez, Mom and Dad said you got a concussion, but they didn't tell me you were this out of it." She smiled and opened yet another window, as if it wasn't bright enough in that house anyway. "Say something Uncle Tug, you're freakin' me out."

"Uh…I'm tired." It was almost a question, and he regretted saying it as soon as he did.

"How can you be tired, you've been asleep for the past two days…Oh! You were drunk weren't you? Yeah. Dad says that happens to you sometimes. But it's okay! You'll always have Jem and me to take care of you." Jem sat down in the chair opposite Tugger and was giggling wildly. "Oh my gosh, Jem, think about it!" Jem's attention was suddenly on her friend, but she continued to laugh. Tugger didn't want to know what it was they were thinking about. "Anyway, Uncle Tug, Mom says you'll be here for a while, and that I can't have any more that one or two friends over while you're here, but I know you won't mind, will you?" She looked at her uncle, and Jem followed her glance. Tugger froze. Who were her friends? Victoria, Jem…Oh, no.

"Actually," He faked a cough and yawned loudly. "I'm not feeling too good, Vic, maybe it would be best if you kept the friends to a minimum." He smiled wide, and she frowned.

"But Electra is soooo looking forward to seeing you!" Victoria whined.

"Yeah, Mr. Tugger," Tugger was surprised to hear the formal greeting. Jem must have been the only kitten in the yard that even remotely respected him. "She's been, legit, crying. She needs to see you, like, ASAP."

"Well, tell her that I really, really—You know what? Take her a message, from me." He winked, and Jem's cheeks went pink. "C'mon, I'll tell you what to write. " Jem grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and sat ready. "Alright." He cleared his throat. "My dearest, dearest, Electra: How I long for your company as a bird longs for spring."

"You've got to be kidding me." Victoria crossed her arms and sat on the floor by the window.

"Each day without your face is like a day without sunlight, a day without air itself!" Tugger furrowed his brow and thought about more sickly-sweet love lines "Aha! Um…The only thing getting me through this time of pain, is the knowledge that on the other side of this vast tunnel of gloom, awaits you!" He paused to think once more. "Wait for me, Electra, and the second my arms are healed, you will be the first person I…" He thought hard. "Hey, what's that fancy word for 'hug'?"

"Embrace?" Victoria suggested.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it! Ok, um, '…you will be the first person I 'embrace'" He smiled a cocky smile before continuing. "For you alone are the one I adore. Love, yours forever, Tugsy…Yeah, make sure there's a 'y' on the end of that… And put a little heart afterwards… Yeah, perfect." Perfect indeed, Tugger thought to himself. He could be intellectual if he wanted to. He faked it all the time! He just needed to make his whole life one of his thousands of love notes.

"Are you done?" Victoria asked, apparently unimpressed with her uncle. Jem, on the other hand, was another story. She kept reading the letter over and over to herself, replacing "Electra" with her own name. By the fourth time, she was holding back tears.

Victoria stood to leave, and grabbed her friend by the arm. "Bye Uncle Tug." She said coldly.

"Good bye, Mr. Tugger! I love you! Good bye! Bet well soon! I love…" The voice faded away as the girls walked further and further away from the house. Tugger was left alone once again, with the only thing scarier than Electra: His own thoughts.