Electra went in search of Old Deuteronomy, the kindly leader of the Jellicle tribe. She remembered the first time she met him.

She stood with her paws folded behind her back, gazing up at the huge shaggy tom sitting on the tire. Etcetera stood beside her, twisting her toe in the dirt.

"Well Jenny, who are these two?"

"I'm Electra Sir"

"And I'm Etcetera, Mr Deuteromeny"

Electra elbowed her sister, "Cettie! You can't call him that!"

"Why not?" her ears went down, and her lower lip jutted out.

"Because he's the leader, and he's important! And his name is Old DeuterONOMy, not Old Deuteronemy"

"Oh" Cettie stood, looking shamefaced, "sorry Sir"

But he just laughed heartily, a deep chuckle that made Electra smile, and Cettie giggle out loud.

She gave herself a mental shake, he wouldn't want her here now. None of them would. Except maybe Vickie or Jemima, but she wasn't sure even of that.

She called to a tall muscular silver tabby going past, Munkustrap, the yard's protector. "Munkus! Do you know where the leader is?"

"He's visiting with Gus at the theatre, why? Is something wrong?"

"No…well, sort of, I need to tell him something, it's important. Do you know when he'll be back?"

"No, he's often a day or more when visiting Gus, they're old friends."

Electra thanked him, and walked off, ears and tail drooping. She had psyched herself up to confess

her secret to Old Deuteronomy, and he wasn't even there. She was so busy with her thoughts that she wasn't looking where she was going, and walked smack bang into someone. "Oh no! I'm so sorry. You aren't hurt are you?" She held out a paw to the unfortunate soul, and helped them up from where they had landed in the dirt.

"That's okay, it was an accident" Mistoffelees smoothed down his ruffled fur, and gave her a grin. "You were in a hurry though. You haven't seen Quaxo have you?"

"No, sorry" Mistoffelees and his brother Quaxo looked very similar, but whereas Quaxo was quiet and more reserved, Misto was a bit of a show off. Sure he did neat magic tricks, but Quaxo could teleport. Their mother or father must have been Magical she decided.

Walked off across the square to find Jemima, she had to talk to someone about it, even if it wasn't the leader.