Bombalurina woke from her nap, her eyes blinking. She had fallen asleep on the TSE1 car while she was sunning herself. She was glad that cats couldn't get that red patchy thing that happened to humans when they were in the sun too long. Not that it would matter, considering she was already red.
While she slept, day had turned to night, and the stars were starting to appear. Below her, Demeter and Munkus were sitting together, watching what little stars were up. Demeter had recovered from the earlier incident, and was curled up in Munks lap, her head laying on his shoulder. Bomba silently slipped past them, trying not to disturb.
The pair were so cutesy together, sometimes it made Bomba dry heave. And it's not like she thought that Toms had cooties or anything like that. In fact, she thought quite the opposite. It was just… they had no fun. And they enjoyed it! Sticks in the mud.
She walked out into the clearing as the lamp posts flickered to life. She looked around and sighed. There was absolutely nothing to do. Not even Pouncival and Tumblebrutus were out. She shrugged her shoulders and made her way over to one of the newer piles of junk to look for something worth while. Last week, Tugger had found some sand paper for his claws. That might be something interesting to try.
She rummaged for a while and sighed in defeat, and was ready to go back when something caught her eye. It was a flash of gold, nothing more. But it drew her attention like opposing magnets. Gold things were so uncommon in the junkyard. Well, besides Deme.
She quickly pulled it out and brushed it off. It was a gold pillow, in remarkable condition. Some of the thread was pulled out, and there was a stain in one of the corners, but that's better than some of the stuff here.
She began to drag it to her den, trying to get the minimal dirt on it. She was giddy with her find. Oh, Deme will be so jealous! She finally made it to her den and dropped it, falling back on it. Jeeze, for a pillow it was heavy! And soft….
She slowly began to drift into sleep again. Her dozing was interrupted with commotion outside and she leapt up, startled. Bomba stood from her cushion to tentively peer outside.
Grizabella was walking around the clearing, terrorizing the Jellicles. No one wanted to be near her. Bombalurina slid from her den, out to the clearing. She watched in horror as Demeter began to reach out to Griz. She hurriedly blocked her, and hissed at the disgusting cat.
She quickly walked her away, not enjoying the company of such riff-raff. Just looking at her made her skin crawl. What nerve! She knew she wasn't welcome in the Junkyard. She didn't deserve to be a Jellicle.
Munkustrap stood in front of the kittens, blocking them from Grizabella. With a sad look around the 'yard, she began to leave. She drew herself up and lifted her nose as if to say "I don't need you." She limped out of the Jellicles sight with all the little dignity she could muster.
Once she was gone, you could almost feel the collective sigh of relief released by the Jellicles. Every one went back to their various activities. Munkustrap walked to Bomba and nodded to her in thanks for protecting Deme. The pair walked away in hushed conversation and Bomba looked about.
Across the open space, Mistoffelees practiced his magic. He twinkled his fingers, shooting lightning bolts from his hands. He kept his coat sparkling at the same time, to practice for the ball. It looked absolutely exhausting.
Bomba sauntered over to him.
"Be careful where you shoot those things." She purred.
Misto jumped about a foot in the air, his hair standing on end. He turned and relaxed when he saw Bombalurina.
"Dang, Bomba! You scared me."
"Well, Hello to you too, sparkle butt."
"I resent that." He grumbled, snapping his fingers. The shimmer left his coat and returned to normal. He looked up at her with curious eyes.
"What do you want, Bomba?"
"What, I can't just stop for a visit to every ones favorite little magician?" She said, looking hurt. He raised a skeptical eyebrow. She sighed defeated.
"Alright, I need you to help me get back at Tugger."
"What's in it for me?"
"What do you want?"
Misto's gaze drifted behind Bomba. She turned.
Across the 'yard, Victoria was practicing her leg lifts for the ball. Her tail swayed beneath her as she wobbled a little. She slowly pulled it higher, struggling to keep her balance, but looking beautiful and graceful anyways.
Bomba turned back to Misto.
"Fine. I can't make her fall in love with you but I can give you some pointers. Deal?"
The Conjuring Cat thought for a moment, and with another glance behind Bombalurina nodded.
"Deal."
