Alright, this is one of my first attempts at fan-fic. I based it off of what happened to my brothers little calico (the getting taken care of and abandoned stuff, the poor thing, we have not found her) anyway PLEASE READ IT AND REVIEW IT! Give me any critiques or advice.
Disclaimer: To put this simply I do not own cats. Never have, never will.
What Would I Do Without You?
The dozy calico queen quietly and carefully untangled herself from the protective grasp of her mate and true love. As the identical male gathered the blankets into his arms and murmured something about "Mummy" and "the otha kids" Rumpleteazer just smiled to herself, kissed him on the cheek and whispered "Wot wou'd oi do without ya?" in fact that was exactly what was on her mind. What would she do without Mungojerrie? She quietly crept to the desk where the human kept the pen and paper. Maybe it was her maternal hormones kicking in? Maybe it was just the need to write what she felt down or maybe it was both that compelled her to leave that sweet embrace she longed for most everyday. All she knew was that it had to be done. Picking up the pen and paper, she began:
~*~
My life was not always like this. None of the luxuries, no tuna, no fluffy basket, no Jerrie. What would I do without my Mungojerrie? He found me half dead in the street just wanting to give up, and insisted that I come with him. "Besides" he added "there's just somethin' in yer eye 'at tells me, yer not one ta give up easy". He was right, I don't quit easy, but right then I just wanted to die.
I had a wonderful human to take care of me. He never intended to keep me permanently, but it just happened. He was going to "take care of me for awhile" for a friend, but she never showed up to claim me, and so he was stuck with me. He was not at all fond on the idea at first, but we grew to love each other. Infact, he was more cat at times than human. I met all his friends and family, they were wonderful… except his mum's pollicle, who seemed nice enough at times, but you can never tell with pollicles. They put on a mask of friendliness and the next thing you know, your tail's gone. I taught him a lesson quick, though. The Everlasting Cat didn't give me claws for nothing!
Life could not have gotten any better. I spent my days in pure contentment. I had free roam of his house and a beautiful pink collar with a bell. I took lots of pride in that collar. My human even let me sleep on his pillow with him. We both knew he was very allergic to me but didn't let it get in the way. I lived as the humans like to call it "footloose and fancy free". Then a dreadful thing happened. We had to move. I was fine with it at first. I'd just stay with his friends until his girlfriend could take me. The girls were nice enough to me and things were going ok. Then one day without warning. The put me outside! ME! A house cat! A kitten at that! I didn't do anything wrong! And they through me outside! All at once a flood of emotion drowned me. Would I ever see Daryl again? How would I get back in? Were there any pollicles around? What did I do to deserve this? Yet through all that confusion and fear, my feline curiosity shone through. Hey, curiosity never actually killed a cat. No, but it sure can come close. I quickly regained my composure and went to survey the area. Little did a know there were some no-good creeps lurking around. After failing to find another way in but the whim of the humans, I climbed up the nearest tree to take a morning nap.
~*~
"Teaza! Teaza!"
"Huh!?" startled by the soft voice of her mate behind her, Rumpleteazer succeeded in making a large scribble on her page that looked wonderfully like a lopsided Bustopher Jones.
"Sorry luv. Oi was worried 'bout ya. Oi went ta give ya a kiss and got a mouth full of blanket. Ey! What'ca writin?"
"Oi just wanted to let futua generations know 'ow they got 'ere." She grined patting her protruding and slightly moving tummy.
"The kits are kickin." Mungojerrie tenderly nuzzled the freckled calico and laid his paw on her tummy.
"Oi bet they're gunna be as beautiful as ya."
"And as smart as ya." A kiss.
"Wou'd ya like ta read wo't oi got so fa'?"
"Na, much ratha read the finished product."
"Suit ya'self . . . What wou'd oi do without ya?"
~*~
I was lazily sunning myself in that tree waiting for the door to be opened up again, when some scruffy looking tom who looked remarkably like an Alonzo- Munkustrap hybrid with twice the attitude as Tugger sauntered up.
"Hey there kitty, why the long face?"
I tried to ignore him. "Kitty". I hated that name, the only one who could call me that was my human.
"Playing hard to got babe?"
"Go away! Go away now!" I spat.
"Alright sweetheart, whatever ya say, but just remember, if you ever become more . . .sociable, I live just down the street. I'll be waiting." With that he blew me a kiss and swaggered off, making sure that I had a clear view of his rear as he swung it away. All I could do then was grit my teeth and remember to stay away from him in the future.
"I bet he has some stupid name like Bruno or Fluffy" I mumbled to myself. It was another hour or so before I was let in again. They didn't want the 'poor kitty' outside at night. Ha! If they knew half the crap that I went through that day, they would have to say much more than "poor kitty".
The next week or so passed the same way, the girls would let me out when they went to work and let me in before they went to bed. Most of the day I spent in the tree trying to avoid the horror of roaming pollicles and a fate worse than pollicles. Him.
"He is affectionately called 'Fluffykins' by his family, but prefers the more macho name of 'Brute'." replied the neighborhood ally cat after I inquired about his name, who also had her share of harassment from 'Brute' when she arrived.
I could always sense him watching me from a tree or the windowsill or the door step. I felt like a trapped mouse waiting to be pounced. Every day he would annoy me more by moving closer to the tree until eventually he was at the base of it staring up. I dreaded his next move.
"Hey Pussy Cat!" he would call much to my annoyance, "Why don't you get you're pretty self outta that tree and visit me?"
"GET LOST CREEP!" I spit out. I wasn't about to let any chauvinistic tom cat give me crap.
"Alright, kitty cat" he would croon whilst swaggering away "Just remember, I'll be waiting." Just thinking about those days makes me feel dirty and horribly mad.
~*~
"IF OI EVA' SEE THAT TOMS FACE OI'LL KILL 'IM!!"
"Jerrie luv, settle down. It's all over rememba? A pollicle got 'im. 'Ey, Oi thought that ya wanted ta read the finished product."
"Well… um… Oi … um. . . Oi lied. And you know Oi always forget 'im. Every time ya tell me the story Oi get so upset Oi want ta go out and strangle 'im with me bare paws. No one does that to me queen!"
"That's what Oi luv about ya, always ready to kill fer me…. Wait, that could be a bad thing too…" A huge grin spread across Rumpleteazers face as she burst out in a fit of giggles.
"HEHEHEHE * gasp * Jerrie *gasp * the killa! HA HA AH AH!!!"
"Well if Oi 'ad to. Oi can be tough!" he boasted while flexing his "muscles".
"Nah! Yer as gentle as a butterfly and as cuddly as a teddy bear."
"Well, teddy bears can be vicious too!" He was about to pounce on Rumpleteazer when she stopped him and pointed to her belly.
"Remeba?"
"Oh ya."
"Oi want to finish this before they are born. Do you think Oi can do it?"
"Of course ya can. "Ey, are ya 'ungry?"
"Well, actually, Oi'm quite 'ungry"
"Oi'll go out and get us somethin'."
"That'll be nice."
With a short embrace Mungojerrie was out on the prowl and Rumpleteazer was back to writing.
~*~
After a while I got tired of being in the tree all the time and went out exploring to find a new hideout. I found a comfortable old box of rags in the neighbors yard. It was comfy and well hidden that was all that mattered. I was quite happy because I was sure that Brute could not find me there. I was wrong.
"Hey babe, you don't hang in the tree anymore I see." He woke me out of a deep sleep and I wasn't fully awake when I replied to him. I actually had no idea who I was talking to until it was too late. Until I became "sociable".
"Nope," I said drowsily. "Oi like it much better than the tree. Besides, Brute doesn't know Oi'm he….re." I looked up into the smuggest of faces possible "What do ya want?!" I demanded.
"I guess you aren't as well hidden as you thought. And all I wanted to do was apologize for being so . . .rude to you. Do you accept?"
I worked it over in my mind. Why was he suddenly being nice to me? He must want something. But what if he was sincere? What if he was really, truthfully nice? It would be nice to have someone to talk to… OH! I DON'T KNOW!
"Ya, sure."
"Great! Now lets start over. May I sit down?"
I patted the ground next to me. What was I getting my self into?