On the Outside: Chapter 4
Hola mi amigos! Hello my friends! Sorry for the wait, but without further ado, here!
"Tugger,"
"Yes?"
"I'm gonna go inside. You stay here with Jemmie,"
"Sure,"
"Hey," Rum Tum Tugger jostled sleeping Jemima, "Wake-up,"
"Huh?" Jemima asked taking her head off of her backpack, which she was sleeping on.
He led the little kitten toward the very abstract-looking house next to the driveway.
"This is our house. Here," he grabbed her backpack, "Your cousin is inside,"
The calico's ears perked up in subtle excitement. She approached the outside with extreme caution, flinching every time her foot touched the soft, moist grass. It almost like the grass was hurting her. Jemima was so scared, curious, and full of admiration for the outside world she had never experienced.
Two giggling tabbies ran past Uncle Tugger and Jemima, but one of them head back toward them to grab onto Tugger's leg.
"Hey Tug Tugs!" the queen-kit said admiringly in a strong cockney accent.
Jemima squealed in fright. The other tabby turned his head.
"Teazah! Where are ya?" He skipped toward them and groaned. This tom was a splitting image of his sister, and also had a heavy cockney accent.
"Not gushing over him again are ya?" he laughed. Jemima ran back into the car, scared by these strangers.
"Rumpleteazer," said Tugger clearly milking this admiration as he fluffed his mane, "Please, let go."
The queen hesitantly let go of the Maine Coon's leg, "Fine. Jerrie! Let's go to Tumble's! Tell Victoria I said hi Tugger!"
Shaking, Jemima once again stepped outside the car.
"Are the strangers gone, Uncle Tugger?" Her large brown eyes were brimmed with tears of fear.
"Don't worry. They don't mean any harm," he said reassuringly.
"C'mon," he opened the door in one hand and held Jemima's backpack.
A familiar scarlet figure stood in the doorway with a small fluffy kitten by her side.
The little kitten smiled brightly. She looked up at her mother, "Can I show her around?"
Bombalurina smiled at her daughter's eagerness, "In time. Let's get her settled. Why don't you go upstairs to your room and make her bed?"
"Okey-dokey!" she ran upstairs swiftly and squealed on her way up.
"She's still a little frazzled," he laid his paw softly on Jemima's head.
"Well why don't you come in," Bombalurina smiled and led her to a table.
Bombalurina laid out a plate with a piece of buttered toast. "Here hun,"
"Th-thank you," Jemima said quietly. She took small bites out of her toast.
Bombalurina and Tugger's house was very eccentric. The furniture was whimsical, and the walls were painted in bold, and contrasting colors.
"I FINISHEEEEED!!!!" a perky voice yelled. The white kitten jumped down seven stair steps, but landed surprisingly graceful.
She sped to Jemima and looked into Jemima's brown eyes with her blue.
"My name is Victoria!" Victoria's voice was very much similar to a flute, if you were to compare her voice to an instrument. Pristine, and pure.
Jemima smiled, "My name is Jemima!" Jemima's voice was like a piano. So versatile and admired.
Rum Tum Tugger looked at his mate, and they smiled.
"Vicki, why don't you show her the house?" he suggested.
Victoria smiled widely, "I'll show you my room!!"
The energetic kitten practically dragged her cousin up the steps into a very colorful, whimsical room. There were two beds hanging from the ceiling with a support structure in the shape of a cloud. The beds were made neatly and they both had blankets with pictures of the moon on all of them.
"Ta-da!" Victoria sang.
Jemima smiled in appreciation, and didn't try to do go on the bed. Instead, she headed for Victoria's large window.
She gazed into the clearing blue sky, perfectly contrasting with the green of the fresh trees.
"Have you ever been outside before, Victoria?" Jemima asked still watching the sky.
Victoria was confused, "Of course! I go outside all the time. Who doesn't?"
Jemima whispered, "Me,"
The queen-kit was beyond understanding, "I'll be right back. You stay here,"
"OK,"
"Vicki," Bombalurina put her hands on her hips, "Why aren't you with Jemima,"
Victoria frowned.
"She's weird," the white fluff declared flatly.
The scarlet queen sighed, "She not weird, Victoria. That's rude to say. Jemima is just different,"
"How so?"
"Well, Jemima has never had friends," Bombalurina said. Victoria gasped.
"No friends?" Her blue eyes wide.
"Yes, no friends. She's never been outside," Bombalurina continued, "Be open-minded Victoria. Be her friend,"
Victoria smiled. "I will," she promised.
"Jemima?" Victoria asked.
"Yes, Victoria?"
"Let's go to the carnival!" Victoria giggled, "All my friends are going to be there,"
Jemima cocked her head, "You have friends? Who are they?"
Victoria started to describe her buddies, "There's Etcetera . . . she's very energetic, and very fun to play with. Then there's Electra, who's very quiet, but sweet and levelheaded. Rumpleteazer and her brother Mungojerrie, are naughty kitties," Victoria giggled, "and they get in trouble a lot. Mistoffelees is a magical cat, and does cool tricks. Tumblebrutus and Pouncival are very strong and athletic. They are both so funny! There are two older cats too. They are about two years older. Admetus, who's also quiet and then there's," Victoria blushed, "Plato,"
Victoria looked at Jemima, "Do you have a crush on anyone?"
"What's a crush?"
"Somebody you like more than a friend," she answered.
Jemima was curious now, "Who do you have a crush on?"
"Plato," she said quietly.
Jemima giggled.
"Well let's go!"
This is more of a filler chapter. Hope you enjoyed it though!