Okay, basic premise is that Macavity is Jemima's real father, only she didn't know it. Just to clear that up in advance...

Wednesday: Why can't you just live life? Forget about tomorrow!

Normally Bombalurina took it upon herself to ignore any crying kittens she heard. They're problems were just so needless really- the sorts of thing one got over within a few minutes. There was simply no point in getting involved.

However, her aunt instincts couldn't help but kick in when it concerned Jemima.

So when she spotted her small, whimpering niece attempting to conceal herself behind an old refrigerator, Bombalurina didn't pretend not to see. Instead, the scarlet queen sat herself down next to her and stared at her impatiently, hoping that this problem could be solved with a few well-chosen words. "What's wrong?"

Jemima shook her head. "I-It's nothing."

Bombalurina sighed. This was going to take longer than she'd anticipated. "Well, that's obviously a lie."

"I just really don't want to talk about it, okay?"

The scarlet queen looked at Jemima strangely. "Alright…" she said, somewhat confused. To be so blunt was quite unlike the wide-eyed queen. "I'll just be going then." Bombalurina left Jemima, but instead of walking away, hid herself just out of sight but within earshot. Three, two, one…

"Aunty, wait!"

Bombalurina went back to her niece's side. "Yes, my dear?"

Jemima sniffled. "You already know anyway, so there's really no point." She paused. "But that's just it- everyone knew except for me."

"What do you mean?"

"I overheard mom and dad talking last night about wanting to tell me something before my mating dance..." Fresh tears began to well beneath her eyes. "They were afraid that I-" Her sobs overcame her and Bombalurina embraced the small queen. "D-Did you know about my father?"

"You mean Munkus-"

"Don't pretend you don't know! I mean about my real father." She tried vainly to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I mean Macavity."

Bombalurina chose her next words carefully. "Yes, I did know. And while I always felt it was wrong that Demeter never told you-"

"How could this happen? For once in my life everything was just starting to make sense…" She laid her head on Bombalurina's shoulder. "What's going to happen to me, Bomba? What if Pouncival doesn't love me because of this? What'll my friends think? What if dad- Munkustrap- treats me different? What if I end up just like him? What if becoming like Macavity is my-"

"Don't you ever think those things, Jemima. Unlike most Jellicles here, I knew Macavity on a personal level, and I promise you, you couldn't be more unlike him. Your parentage doesn't define you." Bombalurina paused. "Actually, on some level it does. You act so much like Munkustrap…"

"But he's not-"

"Maybe you're not his actual, biological daughter, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you more than life itself."

"But Bomba-"

"Nothing has changed about you, Jemima. Why can't you just live life?" She lovingly stroked her niece's headfur. "Forget about tomorrow. If you friends abandon you, then they weren't real friends to begin with. And if Pouncival really loves you, then this won't matter to him in the slightest."

Jemima smiled slightly. "Thank you."

Bombalurina hugged Jemima just a bit too tight. "And if all else fails, I'll always love you. So don't you forget it, okay?"

The small queen giggled. "Thanks Aunty."