(Tugger's POV)
So many cats, all in one junkyard. Skimble had called for help and they had come running. Next thing I knew we were all in a den getting patched up. A queen who was called Jennyanydots was checking up on us all,
"Oh you poor dears, you need fattening up, you're nothing but skin and bone. Skimble can you round up some food for them, and get Deuteronomy."
Skimble darted out the door while Jenny went to help another queen patch up Munk.
"I...is he ok?" I asked worriedly.
"He'll be fine, he's very lucky. Lost a quite a bit of blood there," Jenny replied, "Ok that should do it, all stitched up now."
I went over and rested my paw on Munk's shoulder,
"Munk, can you hear me? Munk."
He stirred,
"Five more minutes Tug," he mumbled.
"Munk, now," I said firmly. His eyes fluttered open.
"You gave us a fright back there Munkie."
He smiled weakly, "Don't call me that."
"You've had a lucky escape young tom," Jenny told him.
"Sure doesn't feel like it," he winced in pain, "Thank you for helping us."
"It's what I'm here for, and as soon as Skimble gets back you're all going to have some proper food."
Grid smiled, "I'm so glad we finally found this place."
Jenny looked surprised, "Finally? You've been looking for us?"
"Yes, our mother, Grizabella told us to come here if ever we needed help."
"Grizabella? Your mother is Grizabella? How old are you?"
"One year old ma'am."
Jenny seemed to be calculating something in her head,
"That would mean that she was with kittens before she left here, oh Deuteronomy will be so thrilled!" Jenny gathered each one of us in her arms and kissed us,
"Yes, I can see it now, Griddlebone my dear you look so much like your mother, ooh but Munkustrap here definitely takes after his father. I'll bet that's how he got hurt as well, right?"
"Well I'm the eldest, it's only right that..."
Jenny cut him off,
"Just like your father, oooh I'll have to go and get him!" she ran out of the room.
I shrugged my shoulders,
"Hmm so we're Deuteronomy's kits, why's that such a big deal?"
We soon learnt exactly why.
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(Munk's POV)
Lucky escape. The words kept echoing in my mind. I could have been killed, I didn't want to be reminded of my own mortality.
Jenny seemed excited by something but I wasn't really paying attention, I was still feeling a little woozy. Anyway next thing is, she goes running out of the den. I yawned, the lack of sleep the night before was getting to me. Maybe I should just curl up and...
Jenny was back, dragging some poor tom in. Skimble was there too and he had food. I smiled at him.
"How ya doin lad?" he asked.
"A lot better thanks to Jenny."
"Oh good, she can work wonders this one," he smiled at Jenny but she was too hyped up to notice.
"Deuteronomy, here are the new arrivals, they got into a nasty scrape with a pollicle but they'll be fine. Erm one thing more, their mother is Grizabella."
That got Deuteronomy's attention,
"What?"
"And I happen to believe they are your kittens too."
"Huh?"
It all seemed to much for Deuteronomy to take in, so I decided to explain things.
"Grizabella told us about the junkyard and you the night she abandoned us. She said we were to go there if we ever needed help. Three days ago we decided to come and find it. We were starving, there wasn't much food about. So here we are."
"So you're our father?" Grid asked with her eyes as wide as saucers. Deuteronomy nodded,
"I guess so."
Grid ran to him and gave him a hug. The rest of us stayed where we were, I doubted if I could move far even if I'd wanted to.
"Anyway time for them to get some food in their bellies," Jenny insisted passing out the food, "When was the last time you ate?"
"A few days ago," I replied quietly.
"Oh dear lord," Deuteronomy mumbled, "Come on then, have something to eat and then we'll talk.
So many cats, all in one junkyard. Skimble had called for help and they had come running. Next thing I knew we were all in a den getting patched up. A queen who was called Jennyanydots was checking up on us all,
"Oh you poor dears, you need fattening up, you're nothing but skin and bone. Skimble can you round up some food for them, and get Deuteronomy."
Skimble darted out the door while Jenny went to help another queen patch up Munk.
"I...is he ok?" I asked worriedly.
"He'll be fine, he's very lucky. Lost a quite a bit of blood there," Jenny replied, "Ok that should do it, all stitched up now."
I went over and rested my paw on Munk's shoulder,
"Munk, can you hear me? Munk."
He stirred,
"Five more minutes Tug," he mumbled.
"Munk, now," I said firmly. His eyes fluttered open.
"You gave us a fright back there Munkie."
He smiled weakly, "Don't call me that."
"You've had a lucky escape young tom," Jenny told him.
"Sure doesn't feel like it," he winced in pain, "Thank you for helping us."
"It's what I'm here for, and as soon as Skimble gets back you're all going to have some proper food."
Grid smiled, "I'm so glad we finally found this place."
Jenny looked surprised, "Finally? You've been looking for us?"
"Yes, our mother, Grizabella told us to come here if ever we needed help."
"Grizabella? Your mother is Grizabella? How old are you?"
"One year old ma'am."
Jenny seemed to be calculating something in her head,
"That would mean that she was with kittens before she left here, oh Deuteronomy will be so thrilled!" Jenny gathered each one of us in her arms and kissed us,
"Yes, I can see it now, Griddlebone my dear you look so much like your mother, ooh but Munkustrap here definitely takes after his father. I'll bet that's how he got hurt as well, right?"
"Well I'm the eldest, it's only right that..."
Jenny cut him off,
"Just like your father, oooh I'll have to go and get him!" she ran out of the room.
I shrugged my shoulders,
"Hmm so we're Deuteronomy's kits, why's that such a big deal?"
We soon learnt exactly why.
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(Munk's POV)
Lucky escape. The words kept echoing in my mind. I could have been killed, I didn't want to be reminded of my own mortality.
Jenny seemed excited by something but I wasn't really paying attention, I was still feeling a little woozy. Anyway next thing is, she goes running out of the den. I yawned, the lack of sleep the night before was getting to me. Maybe I should just curl up and...
Jenny was back, dragging some poor tom in. Skimble was there too and he had food. I smiled at him.
"How ya doin lad?" he asked.
"A lot better thanks to Jenny."
"Oh good, she can work wonders this one," he smiled at Jenny but she was too hyped up to notice.
"Deuteronomy, here are the new arrivals, they got into a nasty scrape with a pollicle but they'll be fine. Erm one thing more, their mother is Grizabella."
That got Deuteronomy's attention,
"What?"
"And I happen to believe they are your kittens too."
"Huh?"
It all seemed to much for Deuteronomy to take in, so I decided to explain things.
"Grizabella told us about the junkyard and you the night she abandoned us. She said we were to go there if we ever needed help. Three days ago we decided to come and find it. We were starving, there wasn't much food about. So here we are."
"So you're our father?" Grid asked with her eyes as wide as saucers. Deuteronomy nodded,
"I guess so."
Grid ran to him and gave him a hug. The rest of us stayed where we were, I doubted if I could move far even if I'd wanted to.
"Anyway time for them to get some food in their bellies," Jenny insisted passing out the food, "When was the last time you ate?"
"A few days ago," I replied quietly.
"Oh dear lord," Deuteronomy mumbled, "Come on then, have something to eat and then we'll talk.