Disclaimer- I do not own Great expectations or any of the charactors besides the kitties. I love them so! oh and I don't own the cats' name
Summary- Oh I don't even know anymore...
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Chapter two, of kitties
They sat at the quaint little tea table in the middle of the large dark cavern having the strangest torch lit teatime of any of their lives. Around them the floor was crawling with meowing and yowling cats. They blanketed the floor like a furry black carpet and twined about the four sets of legs beneath the table. The cats had poured forth from the adjoining caverns and tunnels only moments before and swarmed about like some strange welcome party.
"These my young friends are the League of Extraordinary Cats!" a pause then, "Anyone for a biscuit?" Mr. Pocket passed around a shiny silver platter laden with tea biscuits. They all declined rather lacking appetite, well all but for Drummle who liked his biscuits.
"I see elaboration is in order?" Matthew asked reading the situation and reached into his back pocket. With a flourished his produced a complicated set of blueprints and spread them out on the table knocking the cream to the floor where the cats immediately converged on the spot in a fuzzy meowing mass.
"These cats," Mr. Pocket stood and gestured all around, "are all that stands between this city and destruction!" He paused for emphasis then jabbed his finger at the blue prints rather violently.
"Here, here, and here are the main openings through which they come and go." He lifted his finger and they saw that the place he had been pointing was marked in white ink "Exit." He resumed his seat.
"There are many more but those are the main routes." He finished happily.
"Um… Mr. Pocket sir? What exactly do the cats… you know do?" Startop asked shakily.
"I already told you didn't I? They are your protectors! Your saviors! They come between you and an enemy I dare not even name." Matthew embellished this with a half crazed obsession so strong that Startop was barely ably to reply.
"Oh… uh… alright sir…" After this, poor Startop fell quiet and began stirring he tea with earnest.
Long minutes passed in which the cats slowly filtered out of the cave again and the tea had gone cold Mr. Pocket deemed it time to return to the surface yet again. He left the tea things saying he'd send the maid down for them later and lead the way back upstairs with his guttering torch.
Herbert was waiting for them when they emerged from the house into the fresh air and immediately recognized the shell-shocked looks on his friends' faces.
"Father has shown you his cats hasn't he?"
Slowly Pip nodded and the young Mr. Pocket let out an audible sigh.
"Well don't mind them they're just cats after all."
"H- He said something about an enemy…" Startop ventured hesitantly.
"Oh, "the enemy" he just means mice rats and cockroaches, that sort of thing. He has a mortal terror of them. Honestly there's nothing to worry about."
But somehow as the boys walked off to find a place for dinner a shadow of doubt hung over their minds. Okay sure, so their tutor was cracked but that didn't explain why there was an extensive network of caves under Mr. Pocket's house, or how he had found them for that matter. This weighed heavily on their minds, well all except drummle who had turned his mind to more important matters, such as what was for dinner.
-end chapter two-