another update! please review the chapter! took me 15 minuts to write this, i'm pretty proud of it :) hehe
disclaimer: must i go over this again? I DON'D OWN CATS, and i probably never will... :(
"I believe it is old Deuteronomy" the mystical twins sang. A warm joy spread through my body, bringing a warm smile to my face. The other cats smiled too, and began to sing, "well of all things, can it be really? Yes, no, ho, hi oh my eye. My mind may be wondering but I confess, I believe it is old Deuteronomy."
My eyes flitted to Munkustrap, who stood among the kitten who somewhat nervously swarmed around him. He could barely contain his joy. Quaxo got up, and excited the junkyard. We repeated the line again and again, and lay down on the ground.
Me and bomba sat by each other as we listened to Munkustrap tell us his father's story. "Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; he's a cat, who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in proverb, and famous in rhyme, a long while before Queen Victoria's accession." And he leant down and caressed Victoria's back, who had leant up to him in hearing her name.
"Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives," tugger's soft voice ran out. Munkustrap turned around, surprised, to hear his brother sing about their father. "And more, I am tempted to say, ninety-nine and his, numerous progeny prospers and thrives, and the village is proud of him, in his decline." He finished sweetly. I could feel bomba quivering with excitement beside me. For tugger or for old Deuteronomy I couldn't tell.
Munkustrap continued, "At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy when he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall, the oldest inhabitant croaks," and he and tugger sang together, much to Munkustrap's surprise. "Well of all things, can it be really, yes, no, ho, hi oh my eye, my mind may be wondering but I confess, I believe it is old Deuteronomy!" and at the end tugger widened his eyes, and pointed in the distance, where Quaxo had entered with none other than old Deuteronomy.
The junkyard erupted into happy cries of the same line, and we grouped together behind Munkustrap, and sang. We bent back, and then ran to greet the favoured cat. I rubbed my head against his thick, soft fur. I felt the love for the cats wash off him in waves.
We led him up to the tire, where he turned to us, and sang in his deep voice, "my legs may be tottery, I must go slow, and be careful of old Deuteronomy." We smiled warmly at him. The cats greeted him some more, then Munkustrap signalled the start for the skit.
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