Thanks again for the reviews; I had a bit of writers block on this chapter…but I think it turned out ok. Wonder what's up with the Rum Tum Tugger …hmm.

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Chapter 3: Seven kittens

"And not long ago, this phenomenal cat, produced seven kittens right out of a hat!"

Munkustrap

"Tugger!" Munku called as the black and brown tom dashed out of sight. Bast!

"Daddy."

Munku looked up to see his daughter, Victoria, with the all black kitten standing shyly behind her; Munkustrap flicked his ears in acknowledgment.

"Daddy, I think Uncle Tugger was telling the truth." Vicky meowed.

Munku gave his daughter a questioning look, and cocked his head to the side.

"Misto, here, knows things about me that only Mistoffelees would know." Vicky meowed, flicking her tail at the all black cat, "Things that Mistoffelees would never ever tell another cat, even for a joke." She whispered the last part, so that only her father would hear.

Rum Tum Tugger

Tugger screeched to a halt somewhere outside the junkyard; he cursed himself for letting his more sensitive emotions get the better of him. Stupid Munkustrap!

Misto

Misto waited calmly and watched his father's expression change several times in quick succession; his counterpart Quaxo, on the other paw, was fidgeting with impatience.

Unfortunately for all of them, the Junkyard kittens had finally noticed what the group of adults were staring at; they all blundered over excitedly.

Quaxo

Quaxo was the last to notice the kittens; they all looked very familiar, but quite a bit bigger than he remembered. The seven kittens he pulled out of a hat! He could have sworn that the last time he saw them their eyes hadn't even been open. Quaxo's gaze flicked fearfully to Munkustrap; his father had been most displeased after that little bit of magic.

Munkustrap did look rather annoyed. But that was probably do to the fact that the seven kittens were climbing on top of him and pulling at his tail.

"Ge'off!" Munkustrap complained, good-naturedly shaking the kits off.

"Ooo, who are you?" a pretty black and red tabby she-kit meowed (Jemima.)

"Quaxo," Quaxo meowed uncomfortably; he felt very crowded as the seven kittens each circled around him and the all black kitten.

"You're not Quaxo!" a small brown and white tom kit exclaimed (Pounce.)

"Yeah, Quaxo is much bigger'n you!" a slightly leaner white and brown tabby tom kit meowed (Tumble.)

Two slightly smaller brown, black and white kits stood shyly behind them. (Admetus and Plato.) Quaxo bristled, causing all of the kittens to back off; he was almost twice their size after all.

"There's no need for that." Munkustrap scolded, putting a paw between Quaxo and the others.

Quaxo's ears flattened at the rebuke from his father; he narrowed his eyes at the kittens.

Fortunately, at that very moment, they were all met by an unexpected interruption; The Rum Tum Tugger came stalking back into the fray; And his fur was fluffed up, making him look ginormous