The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat

Too true; I am curious. I want to know what makes the world orbit around the sun; if there really is a life after death. If I'll have regrets before I die; what it feels like to be loved; to be hated. I'm curious about a lot of things. Not just Queens. They aren't my life and they aren't my hobby. They're just there. Like some bird eating birdseed that I pass while walking around, it was just there. Nothing special. I shouldn't say that though; there really are some special cats in the Tribe when you sit and talk with them.

That's always a turn off with the Queens. I flirt with the Queens, shamelessly I must add. They, and everyone else, end up thinking that I'm some kind of womanizer. I'm not though. I just don't want to loose the attention. The attention from the Queens, the Tom's who look up to me like I'm some kind of hero. So, I take the Queen back to my place and she's in the mood to... you know. I, on the other paw, am perfectly happy just lying in bed with them in my arms talking. Most Queens end up leaving when they find out that I don't want to do anything with them. It's for the best though; most of the Queens are much too young for that kind of thing. Bombalurina's about the only Queen that stays, the others always come back to the group the next day.

When I was small, I was the odd cat out; because I was odd. I liked to read, a lot. It was my favorite thing. I'd read real books, not some fruity tooty story about an ugly duck. One about how cars work, what humans did with their lives, or what it was like back in the 1700's. I wanted to be the smartest cat in the Tribe, next to Old Deuteronomy of course. I am too, most just won't bother looking past my looks, if they make it through the shield of Queens, to talk with me. They'll go to Munkustrap or Mistofelees; like they know anything. I was odd in looks too. The Rum Tum Tugger wasn't always as well off as he is now. My leopard spots looked like they were out of place and I didn't have my mane. That's an attachment. One day I was bit by a Pollicle and got this huge scar around my neck from his teeth. Deuteronomy was kind enough to get it for me. I have no idea where he got it but it sure did make me feel better. It covered up the scar and it made me feel special since all the cats really seemed to like it.

Later on I tried to learn different languages. It wasn't too hard. My human likes to watch soap operas. In every language; she just puts the English captions on and she knows what's happening. The Toms started to say that it was so I could pick up Queens in different parts of the world. So I stopped. Nobody in the Junkyard knew what I saw saying anyways. My attempt at being an artist didn't work out too well either. One day I saw this sunset, first one I ever say. It was breath taking; Orange; pink; red; yellow; purple; blue. I was inspired. The next day I gathered up all the paints I could find and waited for nightfall. I set to work dipping my paws into the paint and spreading it on a piece of cardboard I found. I must say it was going rather well. Then Alonzo and Munkustrap tackled me. I fell down the hill, got covered in paint. My picture... it didn't survive. I never did it again. I got in trouble with Jennyanydots, what with all the paint in my fur; it took ten hours to get it all out. Especially with my mane.

I still read, in the privacy of my own home. Bombalurina asks me weekly what I learned. She likes to listen. I think she wants there to be more to her then just a flirt. She's pretty neat like that. She can see the Tom beneath the mane. If only everyone else could too.


A/N: Okay. It seemed funnier in my head. This is more depressing... [Sniffle] Well, there's only one left. And I need to figure out how I'm going to do her. [Sigh]

School started on Thursday and we have a Drama Meeting tomorrow. Woo hoo! I'm so happy about that. We might be doing a tribute to Broadway, which I am, so frigging ecstatic about. Cheerleading tryouts should be soon too. And my doctor's appointment in Sydney's soon too. Bah. Two hour car drive. Oh well. I can't wait for school tomorrow [I must be coming down with something] but it's mainly for drama. I should finish my Art homework.

Super Poet Gurl – What play we're doing? I'm not sure about normal play but for a musical we may do 'Tribute to Broadway' or, as Sara wants to, 'Chicago.' Who knows? And everyone has been in a misunderstanding. Like me and my dad. He said I'll have my bedroom by February, I though that he meant last February. How wrong was I?

Chimalmaht – Yeah, I do have a lot. That's without counting my second cousins (Who are close to us.) I do have some that I never see, well, rarely see. I still love them though.

DemiGold – I don't think I ever saw a mime in real life. Then again, our town's a little too small for a mime. Oh well, I hope you liked it.

Tie Kerl – Maybe she should be a mime in all stories so she will be in character... hmm. Who Knows? I do find her hard to characterize, I just got off luck with this one. Thanks for reading.

And she'll promise you more then the Garden of Eden. And she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding...