"?? And Jemima"
By: Me


***A/N: Wusssup yall? Hi! I took a break from writing Harry Potter stories cuz "Seven Brides for Seven Weasleys" really tired me out. Please read that if u get a chance. Now I'm like on a Cats thing cuz I just found out that Cats is coming to Harrah's casino in Atlantic City. (I sorta live in one of the neighboring towns...it's a pretty cool place) anyway...I'm on a Cats thing and I decided to write Cats fan fiction. I never usually write romance stories...I usually write like...crossovers and parodies. Cuz I'm not that gr8t @ making up my own storylines. But this is NOT a parody! Buts it's kinda like a cross between "Romeo and Juliet" and "Lady and the Tramp," and my own junk I made up in science class and on the bus. Sooo hey, I call "parody-ing" a talent! Now lets just pretend that Munkustrap is Jemima's dad. (I think it really is Skimble, but Munk's kinda evil in this story and Skimble just can't be evil! It just doesn't work wit me!) Ok I'll shut up now and let u read!***


Jemima, an attractive, spunky, wise little calico sat atop of the junky old Toyota in the Jellicle Junkyard and sighed, watching the older cats take their morning baths and walks. Her best friend, Victoria, ran to her mother, Jennyanydots. Jenny greeted her daughter with a kind kiss on the cheek and sent her on her way. Jemima sighed. She never knew what it was like to have a mother. Munkustrap, her father was the leader of their tribe when Old D. wasn't around. Munkustrap had often told her that Jemima reminded him of his wife. Even the older queens said that. They must have known her. Even Tumblebrutus, her friend, said that he never knew Jemima's mother. But she must have been one heck of a queen, he said, if she took after her. Tumble was a sweet guy, but Jem was never interested in him. Who she DID sort of like, however was a tom who was a lot like her. The tom that -

"Morning!" Jem blinked as the cheerful face of Etcetera appeared before her. She had been thinking of her crush.

"Oh, hiya Etcetera," she said.

"What's the matter? Are you okay?" asked Etcetera.

"Yeah! Why?"

"You look all down in the mouth!" then, she said quietly, "Are you thinking about HIM again?"

"NO!"

"Bet you were!"

Jem shook her head. "Look, I've told you a zillion times, I DON'T LIKE TUMBLEBRUTUS!"

Etcetera raised her eyebrows. "Suuurrre," she said sarcastically.

"I don't!"

"Okay, fine," said Etcetera. She walked off, leaving Jemima alone with her thoughts again. Victoria walked over.

"Jem, um, Electra, Etcetera, Demeter, Bomby, Cassandra and I are all going out tonight. You wanna come?"

Jemima sighed. "Vicki, I don't know if my father'll let me." Munkustrap was VERY, I mean VERY strict with her.

Vicki looked disappointed. "Oh," she said.

"But I'll try to ask him," she said. She jumped down from the car and walked home, where she found her father tending to the gardens. "Hi Dad," she said.

"Good morning sweetheart," he said, giving her a kiss, "I didn't know where you were, I was just about to go looking for you."

"Dad, I was only in the Junkyard," she said.

"Well, you never know, honey. Things could pop up when you least expect it."

Jem rolled her eyes. "Dad, Vicki asked me to go out with her and the girls tonight and I was wondering...uh...can I go?"

Munku looked up. "Where will you be going?"

Jem shrugged. "I dunno,"

"Who's chaperoning?"

"I don't know! I think Bomby is,"

"Oh. Her," Munku said "her" as if it were trash. "I don't know Jemima, if Bombalurina goes, then that horrid Tugger will probably go. And those two together can get very out of hand..."

"Dad, please?"

"You're not old enough!"

"So? Vicki's going and she's a year younger then me! I'm almost 16 Dad!"

"That doesn't mean that you can go wandering about the city in the middle of the night!"

"Dad I don't think we're going into the city! Let alone in the middle of the night! Bomby's not THAT stupid. And she's bringing Demeter along and she NEVER let's Demeter out of her sight! And if Mrs. Jenny is letting Vicki go then-,"

"I forbid it!"

"Why?"

"Because I worry about you. You don't want to be caught up in a mess like Demeter did. Scandalous! Bombalurina can't even watch her own sister, let alone a bunch of little girls!"

"I'm not a little-,"

"Not another word on the subject! Now go and play. I'll be around to watch you in five minutes."

Jem hung her head in disappointment and sighed. She turned and walked on the special path her father made for her to go to the Yard. Vicki was going to be heartbroken.

^..^

In another part of the Junkyard, Magical Mr. Mistoffelees crawled out of his home made out of half junk and half magic. Misto was already 16 years old, somewhere between Tom and Kitten, and was enjoying the carefree, magical, Hakuna Matata - type life. Orphaned as a little kitten, he didn't care. So he was never really interested in girls, didn't bother him. He had his buddies, Tumblebrutus and Alonzo, and bum around with. He could go where he could, sleep where she could, eat where-or whatever- he could, and shoot lightening out of his paws where he could.

He stretched and walked under a trickle of water dripping from a gutter on an old house next to the Junkyard and shook himself like a dog. He took a deep breath. "What a day!" he said to himself. He crawled over to the yard to see what was happening. He was just coming out of the drainpipe when he stopped. He heard the sound of someone sobbing lightly. He listened.

"He's never gonna let me do anything! Sometimes I begin to wonder why I even exist!" it was Jemima.

"Aw, its okay Jemi," said Victoria, "He'll understand someday. Remember, you're all he has, and he worries about you!"

"Yes, but still, its awful! Is this what the rest of my teenage years are going to be like? Or my life?"

"You know, she has a point," said the voice of Etcetera.

Misto sighed. "Poor kid," he thought, "she's really got it bad."

"Well, you know, I really wasn't looking forward to that anyway," said Vicki.

"Yeah," said Etcetera.

"Oh guys, don't miss out on your fun just because of little old boring me," said Jem.

"Wow," thought Misto, "no teenage girl would say something like that. She really does have a good heart." Misto got to thinking about this poor chick.

"Well we're not gonna have any fun if we know you're not!" said Vicki, "You're our friend. Us girls are like sisters! There can't be one without the other or the whole group is just...weird."

Jem smiled. "Thanks guys."

"Hey I know! Let's all just go to her place!" said Vicki.

"Oh, I don't think so," said Jem. "Father goes to bed at seven!"

"Ew, what a dork!" said Etcetera.

Jem laughed. Misto heard the girls leave. He crawled out of the pipe.

"Hey! Misto!" it was Tumblebrutus. Alonzo was with him.

"Hi guys," he said, not looking at them. He kept watching Jemima.

"Meesto? 'ought eez der pro-blem? Asked Alonzo in his French accent.

"Huh? No! Nothing! Why? Why you staring at me like that?" Misto finally stopped looking at Jemima. What was wrong with him today? Why was he losing his cool?

Alonzo caught onto what was going on. "Oooooohhhh, our leettle Meesto es getting inter-es-ted in females?" he said quietly.

"NO!" he said.

"Oh, wee wee! Dat's 'ought I seenk!"

"Well your wrong!"

"Oh c'mon Misto, please! Don't get into girls, you got your whole life ahead of you!" said Tumble. He was most likely going to be a bachelor. He wasn't one for love.

"Guys! What makes you think that I got a crush on someone?" he said.

"Za way you kept looking at -,"

"No! You're wrong! Guys, remember, I don't like chicks!"

"Okay, sure," said Tumble. He walked away.

"What's with him?" asked Misto.

"I don' seenk dat Tumble eez into girls joost yet," said Alonzo.

Misto sighed.

Alonzo put his arm around Misto. "Tell me," he said, "'Oo eez da lucky mademoiselle?"

Misto looked at him and shook his head. "Never mind," he said.

"Oh c'mon! You can tell your good friend Alonzo! 'Emember, ee eez da mas-ter of lamoo." (I don't know if that's how u spell the French word for "love", or even if it IS the French word for love... I don't take French I take Espanol. Ole!)

"Okay, okay, okay," Misto sighed. "It's Jemima - I don't know why...I just...well...like her. That's all. I mean, I really don't want to - you know - I just want to...I just think she's cool."

"Ahh, I can zee zeese will turn out to be a beautiful romance! 'You two vill loook zo per-fect-ly togeser."

"Really?"

"Wee."

"Wow."

"Uh-huh-huh," he said, elbowing him, "'Av you no-tessed dat she keepz looking over 'ear also?"

Misto looked at her. Alonzo was right. She DID keep looking over at him. They made eye contact for just two seconds. But that was good enough for Misto.

"Do you really think she could love an outcast like me?" asked Misto.

"Do I ZINK! I KNOW! And 'oo sez you're an outcast, hm?"

Misto looked down. "Some cats," he said. "Like Munkustrap."

"Why wood 'oo be an outcast?

"I dunno. Maybe because I have powers, or maybe -,"

"Okay for one zing, you're not an outcast becooz of your pow-erz! Zink oove it as eef, well, zat you're special! Becooz nobody else can do magic! Zink oove yourself as an individu-al!"

Misto smiled. Alonzo was right! "You're right!" he said, "I am special!"

Across the yard, the girls with Jem left, leaving her alone. She sat atop of an old dryer, priming herself.

"Well zen, go and talk to za girl!" he said, giving him a shove. "I'll be right behind you, pretending zat I know noseeng!"

"Okay!" Misto quickly flattened his fur, and then walked nervously toward Jemima.


***Ok! How was it????!!!! Please say u liked it! Please say u liked it! Ok I KNOW Misto is a little out of character, but that's just how I picture him. And Yes, I do know that Alonzo IS NOT French. I just thought it would be funny. PLEASE r/r I wont continue unless I get at least ONE review. Just write the word "good" and I'll be happy :) ok??? By the by, if you do take French, I wouldn't mind a little but of pointers on pronunciation and French words ok? I just didn't think any of the cats met Spanish qualifications. Ok bye! Meow and don't get too high on catnip!***