Yeah She's Fine, She's All Mine

Everyone in the Junkyard had gotten used to Demeter very quickly. She was a sweetheart, a bit scared, but still sweet and kind to everyone. The kittens loved her, and Bombalurina had started to stick close to her.

On the topic of kittens was Demeter's own daughter, Sillabub. The small red kit happily bounced around with the other kittens in the tribe whenever her mother let her, and would cuddle up next to her mother and sometimes even next to Bombalurina when she became tired from all the play.

Tumblebrutus and Pouncival would play around with the tiny kit, gently tackling her and running extra-slow so that she could tag them when they played games.

Victoria, Mistoffelees younger sister, could often be found teaching Sillabub how to dance. Or, at least, trying to teach her. Sillabub was still young and easily became distracted from the dancing.

Munkustrap, as usual, sat guard on top of the tire that lay in the middle of the junkyard. From atop the tire, he could see a majority of the cats as they danced, sang, ate, cuddled, knitted, and a number of other things. Another corner of the Junkyard was occupied by Alonzo, who was supposed to be keeping a watch on whatever Munkustrap couldn't see, but Munkustrap was very certain that the black-and-white tom was asleep.

Another black-and-white tom emerged from a different corner of the Junkyard; Quaxo stretched for a second before slowly making his way over to where the gray tom was perched.

The magical cat had been back at the Junkyard for the same amount of time as Demeter; nearly a month. Generally, he was flitting in and out of the yard, only coming back to greet his sister and a few others before leaving.

If you asked Munkustrap, he would say that Quaxo was sticking around to see how Demeter and Sillabub were. He was slightly protective over his younger sister, so maybe he was worried that the newcomers would harm the white kitten?

Quaxo jumped up onto the large tire, and gave Munkustrap a nod.

"Quaxo," Munkustrap started. "Did you sleep well?"

The tom nodded. "I did. I can't say the same for your brother, though. Apparently I'm a blanket hog and I ruin his beauty sleep."

"You should really consider finding your own den," said Munkustrap.

The other shrugged. "I'm probably going to head off in a few days, so I don't think I need my own den."

Munkustrap blinked, surprised. "Where are you going?"

"Off. I have things to take care of, I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay here. It's a strange time, and there's places to be. Things to do."

"...Oh."

Despite the tuxedo cat never being around normally, it had been nice for him to be there. Quaxo was very good at entertaining the kittens, calming down his sister, helping out the Toms and Queens with the occasional task, and had been surprisingly good at lifting heavy objects. This was coming in great handy; the last time that Macavity had come for a 'visit' to the Junkyard, he had knocked over many things.

"Yeah, I have a job to do over in the Groove, and then Uncle Bustopher has been wanting some help with a few things. Earns good money," Quaxo continued. Munkustrap didn't know if he could tell that the gray cat was confused, or if he was just elaborating because he could.

"Well, I hope you have a good time with your… Tasks." Munkustrap told him, slightly tentative. He had no idea how such a small cat could be so useful. He was barely an adult, just as Munkustrap younger brother, yet seemed to be working twice as hard.

Quaxo stood, and turned away with a wave of his tail. He seemed to vanish into midair, although Munkustrap was very certain that he had just gone behind a nearby tree. At least, he assumed.

The cat who would be the most helpful in Junkyard Tasks, after Quaxo and his amazing lifting powers, would be The Rum Tum Tugger. Munkustraps' younger brother was big. He was strong. And he never put any of that to use!

Sure, Munkustrap loved his younger brother to death, but he just couldn't understand why he didn't help around more. What else would a strong cat like him do?

So, the next day, when some of the younger toms asked for some help moving a branch so they could build their den, Munkustrap marched off to Tuggers den.

The inside was just as it had been before, but a bit messier. Usually, Tugger is a neat and pristine cat, keeping his floor clear of everything and folding all his blankets on his bed every morning, right before grooming his mass of fur. Munkustrap would know, he lived with that cat up until last year, when he had finally grown old enough to get his own den.

On the bed, The Rum Tum Tugger sprawled on top of all the blankets, snoring loudly. On the floor, there were objects lying around; a few small balls, which Munkustrap was pretty certain were called marbles, a few childrens toys, and several packs of cards.

"Tugger?" Munkustrap called cautiously, not wanting to get slapped if his brother woke up too soon. "Tugger, could you please get up?"

The Rum Tum Tugger stirred, but didn't actually get up. He muttered something under his breath that might have been 'go away', before rolling over to face away from Munkustrap.

With a sigh, the gray cat got closer to the bed and gave his brother a tentative shake. Tugger jolted up, surprised at the touch, but certainly not surprised to see who was attempting to wake him.

"Everlasting, Munk, I thought you would ignore me if I pretended to sleep!" He whined. "I need a really good catnap, especially after sharing with that damn blanket hog for so long."

"Unfortunately for you," Munkustrap said as he stepped over some of the marbles, "Your part of the Jellicle Tribe, which means you have to help us out sometimes instead of sleeping. Hurry up, you're helping with the heavy lifting."

Tugger expertly strutted his way across the room.

"Fine, fine," He grumbled.

Naturally, as soon as they slid out of the hole in the drawer set, a few kittens were there to greet them. Or, more like, they were there to greet Tugger.

Etcetera was up front and center, already jumping up and down. Her best friend, Electra, a tiny stray kitten that Jenny and Jelly had taken in a few months ago, stood close behind her. And, last but not least, Plato sat at the back, wide-eyed and excited. Of course, he also wasn't quite a kitten anymore; he was a bit older than Victoria, so it was strange to see him joining in. However, he carried the same enthusiasm as the other two fanclub members did.

"Hi Tugger!" Squealed Etcetera, jumping up and down. She followed Tugger and Munkustrap very closely, which Munkustrap found to be a mix of adorable, annoying, and mildly terrifying.

Plato had pushed past poor Electra, and was right next to Etcetera, asking if Tugger would need any help with anything, or if the two could hang out; he basically just wanted the others attention.

Electra hung back, not jumping up and squealing like the others, but you could see enthusiasm on her face. A little.

Finally, they reached the area where Alonzo and Tumblebrutus were waiting, next to the large branch.

Alonzo sighed at the sight that Munkustrap had dragged along.

"Oh, great!" He complained, not even caring that the cat he was talking about could hear. "You just had to bring along Mr Beauty Sleep and his fanclub, didnt you?"

Tugger, who could obviously hear him, put a not-so-comforting paw on the black-and-white toms shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, 'lonzo. We all know you're just jealous that every Queen and Tom you have a crush on doesn't like you back," He purred.

"Boys, boys!" Shouted Tumblebrutus, who just looked tired. All that poor cat wanted was a den to take a nice nap in without kittens around. "Please, just come help?"

Tugger took one end, and Munkustrap took the other, while Tumblebrutus, Alonzo, and even Plato went to the center of the branch. Plato was a big cat, especially for his age, and the extra help sure was useful.

"On the count of three," Called Munkustrap once they were all in position and the tiny kits were out of the way. "One, two… THREE!"

All of them heaved the branch up and once, and began to cautiously back away from where the beginnings of a den could be seen. Munkustrap could understand why the two toms wanted this spot; it would be easy to finish up a nice large space for the two.

They set the branch down a safe distance away, and Alonzo and Tumblebrutus turned to observe the place, proud and happy.

"I think we should add some rocks over in that area, and then put a board over it. Like a roof! So one of us can sleep there, and the other in the main part?" Tumblebrutus suggested.

"I think that I am going to head back to my den, and get cleaned up." Tugger also suggested, a bit more sarcastically, before turning away and starting to leave.

Before the large cat could get much farther, a crash was heard from up in the woods behind where the two tom's den would be. Branches, leaves, rocks, and other debris came crashing down, followed closely by two calico cats. The young calicos giggled and pushed at each other, stumbling over the objects and running, before turning back.

"Sorry! We were just told to come over here, so you can blame that mysterious cat who told us we would be safe. They never told us which way to go!" Giggled one of them.

"Yeah, we were just told to head in this direction and look for a Junkyard! I guess we found it!" The other added. Laughing, they both ran off.

school is hard ig ill cry and watch cats :D