Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer jumped onto Amanda's bed, it was early morning and they were, oddly, awake at the untimely hour. Mungo, after seeing that there was a heavy downpour outside, promised Rumpelteazer a day completely devoted to her, since they wouldn't be venturing out to the Junkyard, – to make up for his actions to that tom...Macavity. "I heard her reading it earlier," Mungo said, leaving Rumpelteazer at the foot of the bed and trotting up to the sleeping teen, "And I thought of you. How your temper can change drastically in the blink of an eye," he gave her a charming smile, which she glared at, "and how beautiful you are." She softened and beamed at him, padding the spot she was sitting. Mungo walking on to Amanda's chest and began meowing at her to wake up. Seeing that the teen refused to wake he began to lick her cheek and nuzzle it, the girl slowly began to stir.
"Joe Alex," she grumbled, seeing him face up against her own, "You best not be waking me up for some kitty-chow." Mungo nudged the school book that was near her, the pages dog eared from the years of use. "You want me to read to you?" She picked up the book, "Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws – Ow, Joe Alex," she scolded as Mungojerrie batted her hand in disgust. He flattened his ears against his head and gave the hand an apologetic lick. He batted at the poem above it, mewing and looking up at her, "You want me to read number 18?"
He gave her a meow back, bounding over to Rumpelteazer who was slowly approaching them ever since Amanda had woken up. Amanda yawned before she began reciting, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely..." Rumpelteazer turned to Mungojerrie, purring contently. She placed her head under his and nuzzled his neck before pressing her nose against his, both of them happily purring. "...So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see. So long lives this, and this gives life to thee," Amanda looked up, finished the requested sonnet and saw the two calicos purring, nuzzling and licking each other, "Okay you two, I'm as big of a sucker for romance as the next girl but it's five o'clock in the morning and I want to sleep. So please get the love fest off of my bed."
The two did so, bounding to the empty, dark kitchen in the process and tumbling into the bed. Mungo pinned her down, placing a lick on her muzzle and nuzzled her cheek, "I love you Teazer."
"Love you too Jerrie," she purred back as he settled down next to her.
"Remember when we got those pearls," he asked, laying his head on her shoulder, "I don't ever remember you looking prettier then when you first put them on. They suit you."
"As does that new collar of yours," she said, giving it a playful tug, "You look handsome in it."
"I know," he said cockily, a smug grin on his face, "You know what Teazer? I promise that so long as you have your pearls- because I know you love them too much to ever take them off – I will always love you. And someday, once the weather is nice, me and you," he stopped to give her cheek another nuzzle, "are going to become mates."
Rumpelteazer rolled over, so that she was now facing the tom, "You mean it Jer," she whispered hopefully.
"I do Tea," he purred, his nose meeting hers, "We'll celebrate in the Junkyard and hold the ceremony on a gorgeous day, so the whole tribe will come and know that you're mine; and our kittens will be every bit as perfect as you."
"I'm not perfect Mungo," she sighed, "No one is."
"But you're perfect to me," he replied, snuggling in to have a cat nap before the humans awoke and began their daily routine.
"Mungo," she whispered, looking at him as they ate their dehydrated cat food. They we're fans of it – cats are picky eaters – but 'hunger strike' wasn't in their vocabulary at the moment, "The Missis' friends are here for tea."
"I know that Rumpel, they're right there," he jerked his head in the general direction of the table, "And they didn't bring us a treat. Why are you so excited?"
"Because," she giggled, "The Missis took a load of towels and blankets out of the dryer just before they came," he looked up at her, licking the crumbs off of his face, "and she didn't put them away."
Mungo smiled as he stuck out his tongue playfully, Rumpelteazer already running off ahead of them. They decided to take the direct route, which went underneath the table where the women were currently sitting; some ofthem jumped when they felt the furry backs of Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer brush against them momentarily. The two bounded down the stairs to the basement, taking them two at a time and leaped into the low basket at the foot of the dryer.
"Ah," Mungojerrie sighed, curling into the cloths, "Heavyside."
"I know," Rumpel said, crawling underneath a sheet, "It's wonderful," she turned so that she could face him on the other side of the basket, "The whole day so far has been wonderful; thanks Mungo."
"No problem love," he smiled, half concealed by the towel.
"You remember how you had that poem for me," he gave a nod, "I know one that makes me think of you. It's not some fancy sonnet like you had Amanda recite to me but, it is truthful."
"Go on then, tell me it."
"I'll love you forever," she whispered, edging closer, "I'll like you for always. So long as I'm living, my baby you'll be," she finished, now settled into Mungo's arms.
"That was beautiful," he purred.
"It was Robert Munsch," she smiled with a shrug.
"We I loved it," he said, giving her an affectionate nuzzle, "What say that we spend the night down here?"
"We won't be able to, the Missis' friends will leave soon and she'll come down here to put them away and she'll find us and it'll either be no supper or out into the rain," she sighed, "I say we stay until the blankets loose heat – before she comes down and catches us."
"That'll work," he smiled.
"They're together," Macavity said, sitting in his freezer with Griddlebone. His paws were clasped and brow was deeply line in thought, "Obviously in love."
"So," Griddlebone asked, tail swishing from side to side, "What does that have to do with anything?"
Macavity gave a laugh, "My dear Griddlebone, please don't tell me that in all of your years here you have learnt nothing." She remained silent. "Now really, I am disappointed in you. I was thinking about doing the same to them as I did to you all those years back."
"You mean, you were going to kill the tom to get Rumpelteazer?" She asked as he gave a nod, "You can't you promised-"
"I know I promised; that's why I'm not doing it. Mungojerrie is protective of Rumpelteazer and he's not the warmest towards me. If I can gain her trust I might be able to gain his through her. Then I should be on Easy Street. Get him to do a few favors, make them big and he's mine."
"Why don't you just let them go? It seems like an awful lot of work to get one tom."
Macavity stood, walking over to the white queen, "Because my pet, he's from the North side of the Junkyard – where the Jellicles reside. It seems like the Jellicles have forgotten to tell the kittens about me. I can ask him a few questions, how to sneak into the Junkyard, and get Demeter back."
"Macavity..."
"I'll still give you plenty attention though," he licked her cheek, "Don't worry."
"Alright," she sighed, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
A/N: Okay – I'm done my fish mini-shopping spree for the play. And I spent like – 70... nice eh? And we got the dates set up – so long as Michael (Our Narrator) doesn't leave on the first we should be good. And I don't own sonnet 18 or "I'll love you forever" - no matter how much I recite them
Roman De La Croix – Yep – My Mungo's a smart one I tell you. You're kind of on the right trail there – 'tis a tricky thing
Chimmy-Lava – He's so close to having won her over its dangerous. I'm sure you were looking forward Hun – and tell me when you find out what you got in the Play
Mima-Love – He'd stay true to his promises because then he has a glimmer of self worth? I'm not sure – he just seems kind of honorable to me. But sthings shall be twisted… The mother is who I vent from. I like her. And he shall get who he wants; be that Mungo…or Rumpel. And I love you
lozzypop – You just got to love humans and their crazy ways. She's naïve, Mungo's cautious – it all balances out. She'll be in it – just a while until she and Rumpel talks. Is achy better then sleepy? I'm glad that no one was hurt…
Allouette, Allouette, OHHHH….
