"I have a Gumbie Cat in mind
Her name is Jennyanydots
Her coat is of the tabby kind
With tiger stripes and leopard spots
All day she sits up on the stair
Or on the steps or on the mat
She sits and sits and sits and sits
And that's what makes a Gumbie Cat
That's what makes a Gumbie Cat!"

I sat on a pile of boxes with Bombi and Jellylorum. We smiled as Mistoffelees pretended to scratch his ear when he realized that Munkustrap wasn't talking about him! Instead, he showed off his powers to Victoria, as he raised the trunk of the TS1. And out rolled Jennyanydots! Bombalaurina and I and Jellylorum all snag out, synchronizing...

" But when the days hustle and bustle is done then
The Gumbie Cat's work has but hardly begun
And when all the family's in bed and asleep
She tucks up her skirt to the basement to creep
She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice-" We grinned as Jennyanydots corrected us,

"Their behaviour's not good and their manner's not nice!"

And so it went on, for a good 30 minutes, singing about Jennyanydots!

I growled as Tugger dropped Bombalaurina. Who is he to say, outwardly, that she's not good enough for him! And to think, that Bombi won't give up on him! OOOH! Its just so frustrating! And THEN! He goes and bumps her off the clearing!!

"The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing
The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle" Oh, I am SO giving him a piece of my mind!

Gah! And they still keep adoring him! Just you wait... GRRAOW! I agree with Mistoffelees, Tugger is a TERRIBLE BORE!

I need Demeter... I need Demeter... I need Demeter... Our mother is back... I need Demeter... Mungojerrie came up behind me, sheltering me from Grizzabella.

"Remark the cat
Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin
You see the border of her coat
Is torn and stained with sand
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin"

was she mocking Cassandra? Well now, Cass and I surely aren't the best of friends, but my mother cannot just go and mock a Jellicle! I've made up my mind. I'm telling the kittens about her. I opened my mouth to sing, when instead, Bombalaurina started the line. She must have been going through my thoughts...

"She's haunted many a low resort
Near the grimy road of Tottenham Court
She flitted about the No-mans Land
From the Rising Sun to the Friend at Hand

And the postman sighed as he scratched his head
You'd really have thought she ought to be dead
And who would ever suppose that THAT
Was Grizzabella, the Glamor Cat!"

I sang out, with disgust, seeing Bombalaurina's pain, and I walked over to her, comforting her.

"Grizzabella the Glamor Cat!" I spat out my line, furious with her for causing Bombs such agony. we sang together,

"Grizzabella, the Glamor... Cat!

" And who'd have ever supposed, that THAT! Was Grizzabella, the Glamor Cat!"

We all know just how much Jennyanydots loved her brother, Bustopher Jones!

Jennyanydots started the song, as her brother entered the clearing.
"Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones!"

Bombalaurina sang her thoughts of Bustopher's weight.
"In fact, he's remarkably fat"

JELLY:
"He doesn't haunt pubs"

JENNY:
"He has eight or nine clubs" At my last count, he owned 10... well, Jennyanydots is getting older I suppose...

ALL THREE:
"For he's the St. James street cat!"

I watched from the side as Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer sang their song, waiting patiently till the end so I could snuggle with Mungojerrie...

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazah were a notorious couplah of cats
As knockabou' clowns, quick change comedians, toight-rope walkers and acrobats
We 'ave an extensive reputation, we make our home in Victoria Grove
This is merely our centre of operation for we are incurably given to rove

When the family assembles for Sunday dinnah,
Their moinds made up that they won't get thinnah
On Argentoine joint, pota'oes and greens!
Then the cook will appear from beoind the scenes
And say in a voice t'at is broken with sorrow
"I'm afraid you must wait and 'ave dinner tomorrah!
For the joint 'as gone from the oven like that!"

I laughed, that was one of Mungojerrie's favorite things about being a thief!

Then the family 'ill say, "It's 'at 'orrible cat!
Was it Mungojerrie?
Or Rumpleteazah?"
And most of the time they leave it at that

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer have a wonderful way of working togethah!
And some of the toime you would say it was luck
And some of the toime you would say it was weathah!
We go through the 'ouse like a 'urricane" I watched as he swung teazah around, much to quickly, and she became dizzy!
And no sober person could take 'is oath
Was it Mungojerrie?
Or Rumpelteazer?
Or could you have sworn that it mightn't be both?

And when you hear a dining room smash
Or up from the pantry there comes a loud crash
Or down from the library came a loud ping
From a vase that was commonly said to be Ming

Then the family 'ill say: "Now which was which cat?
It was Mungojerrie!" Teazah came out, frustrated of course, that her twin was taking all the glory, but that was soon overshadowed by the glee of the memory!
And Rumpelteazer!"
And there's nothing at all to be done about that!

A.N, sorry about all the songs, I tried to cut them a little short, cept for the last one! LOL
R&R!