Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! It makes me happy!!! Anyway, for your benefit, the pregnancy of Bombalurina is going to be the same amount of time as a normal cat's which is around 9 weeks.
Chapter Two: Rushing headlong
Jellylorum narrowed her eyes at Demeter. Her young niece sat perfectly still as Jennyanydots fixed a sweater on the golden queen, something she knew that Demeter usually hated. Bombalurina lounged languidly in the corner, her tail flicking from side to side in annoyance.
"All done!" Jenny exclaimed.
Demeter turned to face Jelly. "What do you think?"
"It's ghastly." Jelly said with a slight smile.
"It's not that bad!" Jenny protested.
"Jenny, it's not bad, it's terrible." Jelly said.
"I don't get how humans wear these." Demeter laughed, pulling it off and discarding it on the floor. It was too big for her anyway.
"Keep it for me." Bombalurina said suddenly.
"Why?" All three queens asked in unison.
"Oh, it, might make a nice rug?" Bombalurina replied with a slight and uncomfortable laugh.
Jelly got up from her spot and padded over to Bombalurina, circling her for a moment, looking her up and down.
"Is everything alright dear?" She asked.
"Yeah fine." Bombalurina replied nonchalantly. "Why?"
"You're looking a bit, under the weather."
"I'm fine! Honestly! I just didn't get much sleep last night, if you know what I mean." Bombalurina laughed and playfully punched her aunt.
Jelly and Jenny laughed and shook their heads in a secret code.
"Bombalurina honestly, if you keep living this kind of lifestyle, you're likely to run yourself into some trouble!" Jenny said lightheartedly, folding the ugly sweater neatly.
Demeter and Bombalurina laughed a little too loudly.
"We better get going." Demeter said, still laughing slightly, grabbing the sweater from Jenny and pulling Bombalurina out the door.
Jelly glanced at Jenny dumbfounded. "Something is definitely up with those two."
"I wouldn't worry about it. They're two young queens. They're bound to act strangely. We were like that once too remember?" Jenny stated, raising an eyebrow at her best friend.
"True." Jelly said, not nearly as convinced.
A week passed and Bombalurina and Demeter found themselves on the same spot on top of the car they had been a week earlier, sunning themselves in the early morning sun. Bombalurina let her hands travel to her stomach which was swelling slightly. Not too noticeable, but slightly larger.
"It's becoming noticeable." She said to Demeter.
"That usually happens when you're pregnant." Demeter replied sarcastically.
"Thanks Einstein." Bombalurina grumbled. "I won't be able to hide it soon."
"I can't believe you still haven't told him."
"There hasn't been a good moment."
"You haven't even told me." Demeter grumbled, smacking Bomba with her tail.
"Because you'll tell Munkustrap and then he'll have to tell Jenny and Jelly because he's responsible like that and then everyone will know!" Bombalurina replied, smacking her back.
"I won't tell him!" Demeter protested.
"Yeah you will and you know it."
"But everyone is going to find out eventually."
"Yes but I'd rather the father be the first cat to know."
"So you still won't tell me?"
"Nope." Bombalurina glanced sideways at her younger sister and smiled slightly.
"Fine, be like that." Demeter said sitting up and stretching her legs out. She jumped up and slid down the side of the car. "I'll talk to you later."
Bombalurina sat up. "Wait where are you going?"
"Somewhere." Demeter grinned slyly and padded off, leaving her sister to her own thoughts.
Sighing Bombalurina scanned the Junkyard. The early morning bustle of the Junkyard suddenly seemed enthralling to her, as Alonzo swapped his nightly patrol with Admetus, pausing to rub cheeks with Cassandra before flopping down on the tire for a snooze. Kittens suddenly burst from their respective dens, running around much like headless chickens, with anxious parents rushing after them, gathering them up for lessons with Jenny and Jelly, to no avail as Tugger sauntered into the clearing causing squeals of joy to be emitted from the young princesses. Bombalurina wondered whether she would be like those parents, chasing her kitten away from Tugger towards his or her lessons. She smiled inwardly as the Maine Coon tom patted a few of the kittens on the head but headed generally in her direction.
"How you doin' beautiful?" Tugger purred.
"Perfectly fine." Bombalurina replied, smiling at him.
He looked her up and down, biting his lip slightly. "You look different."
Raising an eyebrow at him Bombalurina scoffed. "Well thanks?"
"Not a bad different."
"A good different?"
"I just said that."
"So what do you want then?" Bombalurina asked, getting fed up with the frivolous conversation.
"Moody much?" Tugger grinned, knowing that she could hardly resist him and it was all an act.
"And so what if I am?" She snapped.
"Hey! If this is about the other night, I'm sorry by Munk signed me up for patrol duty and so I couldn't come. I thought Plato told you." Tugger said defensively.
"Yeah he did."
"So?"
"So what?"
"Shall I make up for it then? Hows about tonight babe."
Crossing her arms, Bombalurina raised her bright blue eyes up at Tugger. "I don't think so."
"You're brushing me off?" Tugger asked incredulously.
"So what if I am? Not used to it? Well go off and play with your little fan club. Perhaps they'll accept you."
Tugger's face fell slightly before he furrowed his brow angrily. "Fine. I'm going."
And with that he turned tail with a huff and sauntered off, leaving Bombalurina to her thoughts. She watched him go, slightly amused and feeling pleased with herself that she put a puncture in his big fat ego. Resting her head on her paw her gaze fell over to the group of toms that Tugger had joined.
Mungojerrie, tall with strong hands, playful, but not entirely trustworthy. She remembered their night a couple of months ago, passionate yet rather clumsy. They weren't really interested in one another, it was just convenience. He'd just been dumped by Cassandra for Alonzo, again, she wasn't really doing anything, so it happened.
Alonzo, always flirty and willing to have a good time. He was the first tom she had been in an actual relationship with. That didn't work out, they were too much the same, and he was in love with Cassandra so that totally ruled out any possible romance between the two of them. Although he was a great lover, very experienced, Bombalurina recalled the three weeks they had been in a relationship in which every night was different, although lacking the passion.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Grasping herself she stumbled on the shiny surface of the car feeling a wave of nausea wash over her, the Junkyard starting to spin she leant over the side of the car and vomited, the pain getting worse and the spinning faster. She felt herself fall, heard someone scream, and then blackness.
