The junkyard was quiet that night, except for the hushed giggles of a group of kittens. They sat about, telling jokes and gazing at the stars. It was still rather warm outside, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
"Is the Heavyside Layer REALLY up there?", Electra asked, in awe.
"That's what mama and daddy said. And they were told that by Old Deuteronomy!", replied Victoria to her cousin, matter-of-factly.
"Do you think Unkle Skimble and Aunt Jenny were ever our age?", asked Electra, who was still young and curious. To this question came the hyper giggle of Etcetera.
"Electra! Of course they were!", Etcetera said. She sat up, stretched and laughed again, but not at Electra. "Look! We're being spied on!", she wispered, crouching down. The girls turned around and saw none other than Plato, Tumblebrutus, Pouncival and Mistoffelees, peering out from their positions behind a bunch of trashcans, throwing "SHHHHHHH's" at each other.
"Watch this!", Etcetera wispered, slowly walking, unnoticed, to where the male kittens were. She got closer, and closer, and then pounced on the nearest boy, which happened to be Tumblebrutus.
"HA!!! Busted!!", she giggled, sitting on Tumble's stomach, pawing at his ears. He just grinned and blushed, pawing back at her.
"We weren't doing anything! Honest!", Pouncival said, chasing Electra around in a big circle.
Jemima, who hadn't said a word the whole time, suddenly squealed and pointed to the old car. All of the girls stopped dead in their tracks and wawtched as Rum Tum Tugger strutted in.
"AHHHHH!!!" screamed a very happy Etcetera as she scrambled off a pouting Tumblebrutus. She was quickly followed by Jemima, Victoria and Electra. The boys sat there, arms crossed, pouting.
"We come all this way to see them, try to get them to notice us, and when it seems that they finally do, that ol' Tugger has to come and ruin it all", Tumble muttered.
"Yeah. Just like a bunch of old girls", Plato said, crossing his arms.
They looked back to where the girls had now congrigated around Tugger.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite kittens!", an amused Tugger said, kissing each one on the head. Etcetera nearly passed out. Tugger stayed and entertained the girls for a few minutes before heading in the direction of a caterwaul.
Etcetera rolled over onto her back and sighed. It seemed that EVERYONE was caterwauling these days. The four girls sat around and continue to giggle at the still pouting boys before calling them over to play.