~**Chapter I ( Family Ties**~
The beginning of this chapter is and outline for who is related (in this fic) to whom.
Of course Old Deuteronomy, to start with the source, if you remember had nine wives (as told by Tugger) and through all these come three cats known as Jennyanydots, Jellylorum, and of course, the thespian Gus. These three "got together" so to speak with three other cats. Jennyanydots with the esteemed cat about town, Bustopher Jones. Skimbleshanks, the railway cat, and the lilycat Jellylorum. And the last, Gus with Grizabella. (Maybe the reason he's so broken down because Grizabella first left, then left again.)
To Bustopher and Jenny came six boys and one girl. From oldest to youngest, we have Munkustrap, Rum Tum Tugger, Alonzo, Rumpleteazer, Mistofolees, Plato, and Victor. (This is a clue to why Rumpleteazer is such a tomboy. She grew up with six toms.)
To Skimble and Jellylorum came five girls and two toms. From oldest to youngest, we have Bombalurina, Mungojerry, Demeter, Admetus, Jemima, Etcetera, and Victoria.
The last again is Gus and Griz. There are four girls and four toms. Having left after they were born, Grizabella's children are rather distant from her when she returns. From oldest to youngest, we have, Cassandra, the twins Coricopat and Tantomile, Asparagus (the younger), Exotica, Pouncival, Tumblebrutus, and Electra.
Though many of these cats seem to be cousins, they are rather distant for the three cats that are their source were never from the same wife of Deuteronomy. Macavity is an outsider, not connected to them. He is one of Deuteronomy's grandchildren but the link is ignored, a sort of cat excommunication.
Glad to clear that up before any confusion ensued. Speaking of ensuing. . . here's the rest of the chapter.
Demeter ran off into the night and Macavity cursed to himself. He didn't dare go after her now. She'd wake the whole junkyard and they'd come out and kill him for sure. He'd kept Demeter to himself for a little over a year and had messed around a bit, even with Bombalurina. They would both be terrified of him now. Wasn't that what he wanted? Everyone terrified of him? He shook his head in disgust.
"She wasn't strong enough for me," he told himself. "I need a queen who will play just as rough as I do."
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Bombalurina slept in the trunk of an abandoned car, her younger sister Jemima curled up on the front seat under the wheel. Bombalurina liked it here because she could close the trunk partially and still trigger it to let her out when she wanted out. She turned over in her restless sleep and knocked her head against the spare tire. Opening her eyes, she heard the mewling of a queen far off somewhere. She was about to go back to sleep when from the voice she discerned her name.
"Bombi!" the voice cried piteously. "Bombi, where are you!?"
She raised the trunk lid and peered out into the darkness. 'It could be a trap devised by Macavity,' she thought. Then she saw Demeter trudging through the mess near the old bungalow. She never gave a thought to traps after that. Bombalurina jumped form the trunk and raced over to Demeter.
"Honey, what's wrong?" she said as she skidded to a halt beside the lamenting Demeter.
"Get me inside!" she cried. "Somewhere safe! He may be after me!"
Bombalurina wanted to ask who but she knew that if anyone were after her sister, it'd be best to get her to a safer place before asking questions. They raced back to the old car where Bombalurina jumped into the backseat, followed shortly by Demeter.
Jemima perked her head up over the seat and gasped when she saw Demeter. She nodded silently when Bombalurina told her to hit the locks on the doors. The gaps in the windows were large enough that the queens could make it through but small enough that most toms couldn't.
"Okay honey," Bombalurina started. "What's wrong?"
"I'm free of him!" Demeter gasped, tears falling freely. "Free of Macavity."
The two sisters listening hissed at the mention of the name.
"What happened?" Jemima asked timidly.
"I'm not really sure," Demeter answered after a slight pause. "I . . . can't seem to . . . remember!"
"What?" Bombalurina asked incredulously. "How can you not--"
"I don't know!" Demeter cried loudly. She winced; afraid her cry might have alerted someone. Her eyes dropped and she whispered. "I feel like I've left something there that is crucial but I can't quite place it. I keep hearing this cry in my mind as I try to remember and then all I see is Macavity with a gigantic grin on his dark face. Then I smell the catnip he always kept nearby and my mind goes blank."
"I think you've just had too many events with Macavity. Maybe its trauma," Jemima suggested quietly. "It could just be your mind missing him."
Demeter didn't answer. Bombalurina curled up with her and purred her to sleep as tears fell from her closed eyes. Right before she drifted off, she muttered a thanks.
"Don't mention it, honey," Bombalurina whispered. "What are sisters for?"
I hope everyone likes this, though I know there will be those few who think I'm an insane weirdo. Go ahead. Flame me! I dare you! Just remember to keep the language a little on the moderate side, okay. And reviewers; I love you people. Criticize me! I need that more than I need compliments! ~Ja ne!
The beginning of this chapter is and outline for who is related (in this fic) to whom.
Of course Old Deuteronomy, to start with the source, if you remember had nine wives (as told by Tugger) and through all these come three cats known as Jennyanydots, Jellylorum, and of course, the thespian Gus. These three "got together" so to speak with three other cats. Jennyanydots with the esteemed cat about town, Bustopher Jones. Skimbleshanks, the railway cat, and the lilycat Jellylorum. And the last, Gus with Grizabella. (Maybe the reason he's so broken down because Grizabella first left, then left again.)
To Bustopher and Jenny came six boys and one girl. From oldest to youngest, we have Munkustrap, Rum Tum Tugger, Alonzo, Rumpleteazer, Mistofolees, Plato, and Victor. (This is a clue to why Rumpleteazer is such a tomboy. She grew up with six toms.)
To Skimble and Jellylorum came five girls and two toms. From oldest to youngest, we have Bombalurina, Mungojerry, Demeter, Admetus, Jemima, Etcetera, and Victoria.
The last again is Gus and Griz. There are four girls and four toms. Having left after they were born, Grizabella's children are rather distant from her when she returns. From oldest to youngest, we have, Cassandra, the twins Coricopat and Tantomile, Asparagus (the younger), Exotica, Pouncival, Tumblebrutus, and Electra.
Though many of these cats seem to be cousins, they are rather distant for the three cats that are their source were never from the same wife of Deuteronomy. Macavity is an outsider, not connected to them. He is one of Deuteronomy's grandchildren but the link is ignored, a sort of cat excommunication.
Glad to clear that up before any confusion ensued. Speaking of ensuing. . . here's the rest of the chapter.
Demeter ran off into the night and Macavity cursed to himself. He didn't dare go after her now. She'd wake the whole junkyard and they'd come out and kill him for sure. He'd kept Demeter to himself for a little over a year and had messed around a bit, even with Bombalurina. They would both be terrified of him now. Wasn't that what he wanted? Everyone terrified of him? He shook his head in disgust.
"She wasn't strong enough for me," he told himself. "I need a queen who will play just as rough as I do."
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Bombalurina slept in the trunk of an abandoned car, her younger sister Jemima curled up on the front seat under the wheel. Bombalurina liked it here because she could close the trunk partially and still trigger it to let her out when she wanted out. She turned over in her restless sleep and knocked her head against the spare tire. Opening her eyes, she heard the mewling of a queen far off somewhere. She was about to go back to sleep when from the voice she discerned her name.
"Bombi!" the voice cried piteously. "Bombi, where are you!?"
She raised the trunk lid and peered out into the darkness. 'It could be a trap devised by Macavity,' she thought. Then she saw Demeter trudging through the mess near the old bungalow. She never gave a thought to traps after that. Bombalurina jumped form the trunk and raced over to Demeter.
"Honey, what's wrong?" she said as she skidded to a halt beside the lamenting Demeter.
"Get me inside!" she cried. "Somewhere safe! He may be after me!"
Bombalurina wanted to ask who but she knew that if anyone were after her sister, it'd be best to get her to a safer place before asking questions. They raced back to the old car where Bombalurina jumped into the backseat, followed shortly by Demeter.
Jemima perked her head up over the seat and gasped when she saw Demeter. She nodded silently when Bombalurina told her to hit the locks on the doors. The gaps in the windows were large enough that the queens could make it through but small enough that most toms couldn't.
"Okay honey," Bombalurina started. "What's wrong?"
"I'm free of him!" Demeter gasped, tears falling freely. "Free of Macavity."
The two sisters listening hissed at the mention of the name.
"What happened?" Jemima asked timidly.
"I'm not really sure," Demeter answered after a slight pause. "I . . . can't seem to . . . remember!"
"What?" Bombalurina asked incredulously. "How can you not--"
"I don't know!" Demeter cried loudly. She winced; afraid her cry might have alerted someone. Her eyes dropped and she whispered. "I feel like I've left something there that is crucial but I can't quite place it. I keep hearing this cry in my mind as I try to remember and then all I see is Macavity with a gigantic grin on his dark face. Then I smell the catnip he always kept nearby and my mind goes blank."
"I think you've just had too many events with Macavity. Maybe its trauma," Jemima suggested quietly. "It could just be your mind missing him."
Demeter didn't answer. Bombalurina curled up with her and purred her to sleep as tears fell from her closed eyes. Right before she drifted off, she muttered a thanks.
"Don't mention it, honey," Bombalurina whispered. "What are sisters for?"
I hope everyone likes this, though I know there will be those few who think I'm an insane weirdo. Go ahead. Flame me! I dare you! Just remember to keep the language a little on the moderate side, okay. And reviewers; I love you people. Criticize me! I need that more than I need compliments! ~Ja ne!