"Joe Alex, Sally Anne," a sweet, perky voice chimed, "Breakfast is ready." Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer opened their eyes slightly, looking up at the tall woman in a business suit that was looking down at them, throwing away the package that their "breakfast" came from. Rumpelteazer laid her head back down on the side on Mungo's chest, purring contently as she went back to sleep. Mungo closed his eyes, returning the purr, listening to the humans talk, "They're so sweet."
"When they tired, yes," the man agreed, "did you know that last night they tipped over another vase? Those hooligans will do anything to drive me crazy."
"They were probably just hungry Dad."
"She's right Mason," the woman agreed, "Poor things were starved."
Mungo chuckled to himself, remembering the look on the man's face when he walking into the library. It was priceless; Rumpelteazer was rather proud that they brought him to a new level of rage and got away unscathed – grace to the Missis.
"They aren't poor Kate, they're spoiled; you must stop babying them," he could hear Mason's heavy footsteps as he approached them, "and why aren't they in their separate beds?" Rumpelteazer let out an annoyed mew as Mason lifted her off of Mungojerrie and plopped her down in the basket next to him. She pushed herself up, still half asleep, and climbed back in with Mungo, "No, cat. Get back to your bed." Rumpelteazer gave him a sour look before lying back down, rubbing against Mungo with a purr, "Sally Anne you get away form Joe Alex..."
"Honestly Mason," Kate sighed, "They've been sleeping together since week one. Just put away the other basket; we'll take it out when we get kittens." Mungo looked down at Rumpelwith a crooked grin, as she hid her face in his chest.
"We are not getting kittens," Mason said sternly, "Why can't we just get them neutered?"
"Because I want to have little kittens around the house, so does Amanda. The sound of little feet," she sighed, "It's either kittens or we have another child. Kittens' don't cost as much and they are much easier to take care of."
"Besides, it's not like we're getting them right now Dad," Amanda replied, her slippers sliding on the floor, "Sally's not pregnant."
"Shouldn't you be at school," Mason asked bitterly.
"It doesn't start until quarter to, and I'm going. Shouldn't you two be at work?"
"She's right, come on now Mason, finish up." Mungo heard them bustling about; putting dishes in the sink; picking up jackets and bags; the door closing;the car leaving the property. Mungojerrie heaved a sigh, Rumpel pressing in to him.
"You want to get up," he asked, lifting her off of him and turning towards her.
"No," she whispered, "Stupid Mason woke me up again."
Mungo licked the bridge of her nose, throwing an arm over her, as she yawned, "Then go back to sleep. They aren't expecting us at the Junkyard until late this afternoon."
"Kay," she yawned, slightly intelligible. Mungojerrie rested his chin on her head as best as he could in the position they were in. He traced the pattern on her fur lazily; she'd twitch every now and then when he reached a ticklish area. He breathed in her wildflower scent, that always helped him sleep. He snuggled in, paws slowly rubbing her back, when he heard the gently swing of the cat door being opened. He kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, it was just one of the Junkyard cats checking in on them. Jennyanydots and Jellylorum were not fans of the idea of the two of them living outside of the Junkyard and had someone come over, everyday,to ensure that they were alright. He heard the sound of their padded paws on the linoleum once the cat, who ever it was, was upon them. They gave a sigh and gently laid the blanket, which was in the other basket, on them and tucked the two in. Mungo gave a small smile, "Morning Mom."
"Gracious," Jennyanydots gasped. He opened his eyes and saw the striped and spotted back of the Gumbie cat, whosepaws rested on her heart, "You nearly gave me a heart attack. I didn't wake you did I?"
"No," he yawned, sitting up carefully, as not to disturb the sleeping queen, "I was awake. Knew it was you, you're the only one who tucks us in."
"Well show me a sign on life next time before you start talking," she said, taking a calming breath.
Mungo gave her a feeble smile, "You don't have to always check up on us Mom; we're fine."
"You say that now. Sleeping together in some bed, unmated, like Tugger and Bombalurina. That's how you get kittens you know," she said, lightly scolding him.
"We know, the Missis knows too," he said with a crooked grin, "She's rather fond of the idea of kittens."
Jennyanydots' hand returned to her chest, "Well you best not give her any kittens before you become mates."
"We won't Mom," he said lightheartedly, "We'll be at the Junkyard later on today."
"I'll see you then," she said, nuzzling his head before walking out of the house.
"Did Etcetera seem a little more exuberant then usual to you today," Mungojerrie asked, leading Rumpelteazer under a streetlamp. "I mean I know she likes the Tugger but did she really have to plow us over?"
"Yes," she said sarcastically, "It's the Tugger."
"Who is this 'Tugger' that you speak of?"
Rumpelteazer jumped, backing into Mungojerrie. He stepped in front of her, a warning growl in his throat, "Who's there?"
A red tom stepped out of the shadows and Rumpelteazer gave a small, excited cry, "Hello Macavity!"
"Hello Rumpelteazer, Mungojerrie. I was hoping that you'd past by here tonight."
"We're you waiting for us," she asked as he walked up, ignoring Mungo's strengthening growl.
"I was hoping that I could talk to you, there are some things I wanted to ask you" he offered her the crook of his arm once again. She latched on, Mungo looking despised and followed them, glaring at the tall tom, "Did you grow up in an alley?"
"Yes, well, I did before I moved to the Junkyard and Victoria Grove," she nodded.
"The Junkyard that's just down the road? That's where I live too, the west side mind you."
"We're on the north. Why did you want to know if I lived in an alley?"
"It's just that... You had a brother?" Her head dropped, "Roquefort?"
She perked back up, ears twitching at he name, "How did you know?"
"I'm an old friend of your brothers. I'm, actually," he gave a small laugh, "the one who named you."
Rumpelteazer broke away, "You?" He nodded humbly, "My brother used to tell me about you when I was real little. He never used your name, he just said that I got my name from the one who saved me when I was little."
"Yes, a frightful day really," he said, nodding slowly, "Your brother wasn't quite sure what to do with you. What with your mother dead and he had no knowledge on how to raise kittens. I showed him how to feed you and told him what to expect as you grew."
"And how did you know all that," Mungojerrie asked, stepping between the two, "kittens of your own?"
"No, foolish child," he scoffed, "I'm not mated. I just grew up around kittens; I used to help out with them," he took a few quick steps, putting him in front of Mungojerrie. Rumpelteazer followed, Macavity taking her paw, "You were quite the cute kitten. When you told me your name last night I wasn't quite sure what to say. Ever since I heard of your brother's most untimely death I've been looking for you. I was about to give up all hope, believing that you were dead but then there you were, as if some the north star had led me right to you."
"And right to our house," Mungojerrie smiled, seeing that they were indeed outside of the gates to their home. He gently grabbed Rumpelteazer's wrist, "Come on Teazer."
Rumpel looked between the two toms, sadly saying, "Good night Macavity."
"I'll be back, Rumpel. I still have more that I want to talk to you about," he said with a warm smile, "And I wouldn't mind talking to you either Mungojerrie."
"I'm sure," Mungo smiled, walking up the path with Rumpel in tow, "You were rather clingy to him."
"Mungo, he's from my past," she exclaimed quietly, "I didn't think that I'd ever see someone from the streets again; I was just happy is all. He knew my brother, and he's the one who saved me when I was born, please give him a chance."
"I don't like him."
"For me," she pleaded, eyes shimmering in the light from the house.
He sighed and caved, "Fine, next time I won't be so..."
"Feral; mean; cruel; unkind; spiteful;" she listed teasingly, walking through the cat door, "nasty; unpleasant; disagreeable; repulsed..."
"I was going to say stand-offish," he said, brow furrowed, "what did you do; read a thesaurus?"
"I just have a big vocabulary," she boasted, nudging him with her head.
"Yet you can't comprehend what the Master means when he tells you to stay in your own bed," he noted.
"Who says that I don't understand him," Rumpelteazer asked, jumping into the bed, "I just don't obey him." Mungo laughed, climbing into next to her. He licked her ears, she returned the favor to his cheek, and they curled up and went to sleep; unaware of the red tom cat watching them through the window.
A/N: Well, this is up later then I originally planned. But, then again – "Patience is a virtue." Not much is new in my life – I'm (unofficially) the head of costume design and fabrication for our school's drama production; we've confirmed the gender of my part (Female – Bahday!); and I'm going to Theater Antigonish to tryout for "The Wizard of Oz". Yes Poe – I decided that I would do it. After all, it would be a good experience – either learning about failure or success, right?
Chimmy-Lava – Indeed he does and he shall be making frequent appearances.
lozzypop – You made me grin from ear to ear girl. You shall be seeing more of Griddlebone and I'm currently working on their meeting; it'll be a bit of a wait mind you. I should be shattered – I was up way past my bedtime. The lack of sleeping pills is really messing with my inner clock.
DemiGold – It is becoming my little saga; this is the last installment, unless further down the road I feel need to continue. I don't think I will though. Macavity should keep his promise but remember "there never was a cat of such deceitfulness" and he's a "monster of depravity"...
Mima-Love – Its okay, my story can always wait. I had him so soon just for you. The grey queen was just some whore that was lying about; no worries. Bahday! I'll put it on my site. And shmuck is such a great word
My room is like a kid's room; but it's like the kid is...
Sophisticated?
Not so much that as she's mentally retarded
