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I had woken up, actually I'd been awake for quite sometime. Strange cats came in and out of the den. I learned a few names and recognized my 'captures'. There was Munkustrap, that silver and black tabby. Mungojerrie was the tri-colored one. Another golden and black cat, named Demeter also came in. I heard the names 'Jellylorum' and 'Jennyanydots'. There was also babble about kittens called Victoria and Mistoffolees. I was generally confused. Of course what did you expect, that I'd know every cat that I'd never seen before? If you can do that can you send me a manual about that one too? I sighed and sat up so that they could see that I was awake. The only thing I felt wrong was that my arms hurt and I head a bad headache.

Just then the golden and black queen entered. She saw me awake and gave me a warm smile. She stood back, as if I was going to attack her. We stared at each other for about a minute, before she spoke. "Your awake, that's good. I'm Demeter."

I looked at hurt, now I was suspicious, who was this cat. She was full grown, I could tell, but not to old. I frowned slightly, and narrowed my eyes. I wasn't happy. What was I, their hostage? Oh, well I had to get out of their and find that Munkustrap guy and find out if he killed Drake. I spoke curtly. "Where's Munkustrap?"

She was surprised that I knew his name. She looked at me and frowned slightly. She then said. "He's outside, but you need—."

I didn't hear the rest but I guessed it would be rest. Well I didn't have time for rest. I had to find out if that stupid silver tabby had killed my best friend. And there he was, near the entrance to the junkyard alone. No doubt guarding it. I straightened up, even though my head hurt I could careless. I wasn't happy, I'd been taken against my will and didn't like it one bit.

I trotted forward and stood behind him, eyes narrowed slightly and said. "Munkustrap?" It was in a serious tone, and that's weird for me since I was almost never serious.

He turned, seemingly stunned to. I could careless. I could tell he was surprised that I was up and talking to him. But he gave that same warm smile that Demeter did. I sickened me at that time.

"Yes?" He answered me.

I jumped right into asking him, he was taller and older than me. He was at least five I guessed. I didn't return the smile. I just asked.

"Did you kill him? You didn't kill Drake did you? The Doberman?"

He looked at me, that strange weird look that Demeter gave me. I swear, I bet they all act the same. What did they expect, me to sit here on my rump and just accept everything the way it was? Yes, they did and that only made me think they were even more stupid and idiotic.

"The dog that chased you up the tree? No, he ran away with some bad scars, we're not sure if he made it back home even, might've dropped dead–-."

That's when my claws shot out right at his face. The angry fire burned in my eyes. If Drake had died. I swear, if he'd died! I howled in rage, ready to attack, and I did, with my yowls and screams at the top of my lungs.

"You murder, you murdered my best friend! I swear I will kill you, I swear."

He stumbled back, a trickle of blood coming from his cheek right below his eyes. He was shocked and I hoped afraid. Cause' if Drake was dead than he might as well say is prayers and say good bye to everything he ever loved. My teeth were bared at the older cat. Then Demeter ran up. I shot and angry look at her, I'm still not sure why.

Munkustrap shook his head, and stared at me before trying to talk gently as if I had mental disabilities, like I was retarded or something.

"Listen, you'll be fine, the dog's not going to get you and you'll be safe in the junkyard." He was saying to try and calm me.

It was my turn to stare. I lowered my paw, my mouth open I shook my head. I'd heard some dumb cats, but this was downright stupid. I wasn't afraid of the dog, I wanted to know if he was alright. Then I talked to him slowly. "Is my best friend, Drake, the dog you fought okay?"

Demeter then understood and then I finally felt I wanted to take everything back that I'd said about her, well most things. She then said. "That dog, you knew him?"

I nodded, and said slowly. "Yeah, he is my best friend, we were playing around and I got stuck on/in the tree."

Munkustrap seemed to understand. I couldn't expect him to understand fully. I wondered how Demeter found out. I cocked my head slightly, then asked her in dog language. "Do you speak dog?"

To my surprise, she did, she spoke dog very well. Of course, later own I would find that she called them pollicles, all jellicles, as they called themselves, called the dogs pollicles. They even had different groups, Pugs and Poms, I just call them dogs, its easier for me. But she answered me with another smile, this one seemed different now that she understood. "Yes, I speak Pollicle, I used to live with one."

I nodded and then we both remembered that Munkustrap was nearby, and to him it sounded like growls and barks. He stared, quiet and I knew he was trying to understand, but dog language was pretty hard, you had to live with it for a lot of your life to fully get it right though I could be learnedt. She giggled slightly and, wow, I actually cracked a small smile. She explained to him what we'd just talked about and she nodded and sent him off. Then we spoke regularly.

"You should stay here for a day or two, then we'll go see if we can find your dog."

I sighed in relief, I shrugged my shoulders, and boy, I was glad that someone here understood. I looked around, there were many cats, none of them luckily heard our conversation or saw anything. Munkustrap was their second in command I don't know how welcomed I'd be if they knew I scratched their leader.

"Where should I stay?" I asked her.

That's when she told me about the kitten's boxes. It's a group of boxes on one side of the junkyard where the kittens hung out and slept. That's where I headed, for I was still basically a kitten. One year old, yeah that was basically a kitten. I nodded my thanks to Demeter who left to probably find Munkustrap or some of her older more adult like friends.

I'd found my way to the kitten box. I'd met Victoria, Pouncival, Tumblebrutus, and an assortment of other kittens. Most ranged from 6 months to 1.5 years. I hung out with Jemima. She looked like Demeter, but I wasn't sure about the father. She was black with white and a bit of red the hair on her fur stood up in sort of spikes. She was nice, a little bit younger than me. I'd been trying to teach her dog, she's actually pretty good. Getting some basic words and phrases. I guess this could help her life, right? Well maybe not.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. She then said. "If Mistoffolees ever gets back we can see if he'll show us magic tricks."

She'd told me about the magical tom called Mistoffolees. He had a brother too, named Quaxo. But he didn't have magical powers, his were more along the lines of Mystical. So I just nodded, I'd like to that. And that's what I told her.

"I'd like that." I said, see I did say exactly that. We sighed at the same time. Yes, we're bored. I was thinking about curling up in a nice warm place and sleeping it off. But really I wasn't sleepy. And who could blame me. One I was worried, two I'd been a sleep for more than cats usually sleep even though we are known for sleeping during a lot of things, most of them somewhat important. Especially us kittens.

"So, where do you live?" Jemima asked me.

I looked at her, and shrugged, well this was something. I didn't know exactly were, but vague description was in order. I then said to her. "I'm not sure, on our way we got lost."

She cocked her head. Well, she was confused. Oh, well. Then she asked me another question. "What is your first name?"

I looked at her like she was crazy. My first name? I'd always assumed that I only had one, and it was Tabis. Tabis, the tabby. I don't think I had another name. Accept for when my owners called me something that wasn't my name. So I answered simply. "I only have one name, Tabis."

She then giggled a little and I had no idea why. She shook her head and straightened up.

"I forgot, you don't know to much about jellicles."

"You've got that right." I answered, because if they had more than one name that was defiantly strange.

Then she said. "Jellicle cats have three different names. One that the family uses daily. One regular one, Tabis, that other cats and your dog call you. And one name that only you know and that you never tell anyone."

I wasn't sure what to make of this. I think I understood the first two. But the third name didn't make much sense to me. I then said realizing what my first name was. "My owners call me Kipper, that's my first name?"

I cringed, Kipper, probably one of the most idiotic names ever invented. It meant herring that had been salted and packed, or whatever. So when I was a kitten the first thing I tried to eat was a Kipper didn't have to name me after salted fish.

She had to suppress another growing laugh. But could I really blame her? No, it was a stupid name. But then she just smiled, and said. "My humans call me Tinny."

I opened my eyes wide, and then we stared at each other and started to crack up. We fell over, rolling around, I practically forgot about my headache, and everything. I was having a good time. We then talked for a while longer. I liked Jemima, she reminded me so much of Drake. Drake, my best friend, now I had two best friends, one day they would have to meet. It sounded perfect. Tabis, Drake and Jemima.