Well, Happy Thanksgiving. Poe and I didn't have schol so we devoted an hour to this... Enjoy. The last installment will be up in the next few days.
I was too lazy to do it one at at time. I don't care what you say.
Mungojerrie…
I… I don't know what to say. Honestly, I don't. You… How could you love me? When did it happen? For how long?
I … I really don't know what else to say. Or to do. I just really want to talk to you right now, Jerrie.
Take care. Please, take care.
Love (?), Rumpelteazer
Old Deuteronomy
I'm sorry to disturb you but Munkustrap's been busy a lot and he'd probably just brush me off and consider this trivial. So, I figured a letter to you would be best – that way, you can get to it when you have time.
I was wondering, just out of curiosity, what you're to do when someone tells you – well, not really 'tell' so much as 'writes it out' – that he loves you and you're not quite sure what you feel towards him? Hypothetical; of course. But it would be nice to know… Incase I ever find myself in that kind of a situation, you know. Um… yes, that's all.
Thank you in advanced,
Rumpelteazer
Dear Rumpelteazer,
I wish I could explain my feelings better. To be honest, they don't really make sense to me. But you are… so lovely; so amazing; so wonderful; it's hard to imagine not falling for you. I don't know how long I've loved you; it might have been weeks or months, or longer. I want to talk to you so badly. I wish I was back in the Junkyard. I'll do my best to stay safe.
Love; Mungo
Victoria,
Tomorrow night is fine, what is it that you want to talk to me about?
Mistoffelees
Victoria,
The day after tomorrow; what for? I'd much rather know NOW why you didn't answer my previous question about you and Pouncival.
Plato.
Dear Rumpelteazer,
Love is a hard thing to figure out. There are many people who fall in love and don't really realize it. The best thing to do is to take some time to sort out your emotions. Look deep inside and trust your heart. I hope that this has helped you.
Old Deuteronomy
Hello, Demeter.
Can I ask you something? I'm going to ask it anyways, you don't have the choice. I already asked Old Deuteronomy, but he didn't help much. It was too… vague. I don't think he understood himself.
What do you do when you're in lov– wait, scratch that. I mean, what happens when someone else is in love with you and you're not quite sure if you love them back? I meant that. I'm not in love with him… I don't think … I don't know…
Help,
Rumpelteazer.
Misto, I'll tell you when tomorrow night.
Victoria
Plato, NOTHING is going on with me and Pouncival.
Victoria
Rumpelteazer,
Does this have anything to do with the fact that Mungojerrie hasn't been around lately? Munk said he was in Paris for a cat show, but that just doesn't add up for me. Did he tell you he loved you? Oh, Teazer, that's wonderful? How do you feel?
Demeter
Demeter…
It kind of, really does, have to do with that. He… left a note in our cat bed; I just found it the other day… I don't know how I do feel, how I should feel… I don't even know what I want to feel. I just want to know what I should do…
Rumpelteazer
Rumpelteazer,
Talk to the twins. They can read minds and hearts. Then you'll know how you feel.
. Demeter
Mungojerrie,
I wish you could see this pretty little letter I have. It's so sweet, so thoughtful, so heartbreaking.
It seems like that pretty little queen of yours – You don't mind if I call her 'yours' do you? That's what you want, isn't it? For her to belong to you; for her to be at your beck and call and to give into each and everyone one of your wishes… Well, as it turns out she's not quite sure if she loves you like you love her. She ever asked some of those filthy Jellicles for advice. She mentioned something about these… 'Twins' reading her thoughts… There's the possibility that they'd be able to tell her what she feels towards you. Wouldn't it be nice to know what they've said?
Shame. You won't be finding out anytime soon. Well, you can… at a small, reasonable price…
Macavity.
What kind of price?
Oh. I'm delighted that you've asked.
First, that messenger cat of yours – kill him. After that, you're to report to me; a punishment shall await you upon your arrival. I do not tolerate those who attempt to get cozy with the Jellicles, especially when they are cocky enough to try to do it behind my back. Did you think that I'm stupid and would never notice that you two kept sneaking off towards that blasted Junkyard? If you survive twenty minutes with me, I'll be sure to have you dropped off in front of the yard. I'll even leave a trail of your blood so that the Jellicles can find you – since I'm so generous.
If not, there's always the alternative… You'll simply be held captive here for five years. No bodily harm shall be done to you; nor to Rumpelteazer. You'll be fed twice weekly –enough to keep you healthy and alive - and will have your own secluded cell. Of course, Rumpelteazer will be told that you were killed on a run. By the time you'll be released, she would have already found herself a more suitable mate. Perhaps I'll even take her in as one of my own. I'll be sure to use the room next to yours so you can hear her yelling my name; her screams of pleasure; her begging me for more…
You have until sundown to reply.
Victoria
I will be sure to allow you to talk to the toms… One condition – I am to be in attendance. I want to make sure that you get everything straightened out.
Rumpus Cat
Rumpus
You mean there watching me from your perch? Or do you mean next to me! That would seem suspicious wouldn't it?
Victoria
Next to you. And perhaps it will be suspicious, but it needs to be done. I want to make sure that everything runs smoothly.
Rumpus
This is a bad idea
Victoria
Macavity; I know it's almost sunset so here is my answer. I'll take option 'A'. Anything is better then letting you have Teazer.
Mungojerrie
Alonzo, last night was the best night of my life. I went over to Victoria's and Rumpus Cat was there… She said that we needed to talk. And for, like twenty minutes, she just told me everything. Apparently, she was seeing another tom at the same time she was seeing me – I immediately assumed that it was Rumpus – I mean – he was right there! Turns out that it wasn't him… She wouldn't tell me who, she claimed that it was unimportant…. She said that she loved me though.
I'm loved by an angel… I wanted you to be the first – aside from me, her and Rumpus, to know… We're to be mated next week.
Mistoffelees