I hope that I did not write Etcetera far to mean in the last chapter. Review me if you believe I did.
I stared at the Tuxedo tom; I had never seen him so angry. Mistoffelees was normally a quiet tom who preferred to be left alone. "You know what Etcetera?" He shouted. "I know why you are saying all these mean things to Victoria and Jemima, your Jealous"
"Jealous!" I screamed. "Don't be a fool; I am not jealous of those prissy brats"
"Yes you are. You are jealous because they are ten times prettier then you"
"Thanks Mistoffelees, you did not have to do that" the white prissy princess said emerging from behind the car. Misto blushed wildly.
"Etcetera, you upset me then but you also angered me by upsetting my little sister" Go away quilt, go away. "You know how I get Jemima to sleep every night; I have to tell her about mummy. She can't remember her, and you mentioned her in a very mean way. How could you?"
I glared at her. How could I?
"I say it once I say again; I can say mean things to you two very easily"
"Goodbye Etcetera" She scoffed.
She turned to walk back to the car, as she did her teeny squeak little voiced sister appeared. She picked her up and carried her over to where all the other kittens were sitting.
"Vicky, I don't like those two queens, their mean!" Jemima winged.
"Don't worry Jemima, I have a plan" Pouncival said.
They all huddled around each other.
"Listen, those two hate it when they are ignored. All we have to do is give them the silent treatment"
"I like it" Vicky giggled.
So that was that, Much to Electra's annoyance.
"Ettie, can you believe this. All of those other kittens giving us the silent treatment. "
"I can't believe I am saying this, but we have gotta let them"
"What"
"If we let them give us the silent treatment, they might forgive us"
"Ettie are you telling me you are starting to feel sorry for what you have said to them"
"Maybe"
"What I am saying is, if we are mean to them we won't get mates at the jellicle ball in a few months time. They all hate us"
"Fine, if you want to go and say sorry, say sorry"
Guilt, my weakness. Victoria made me feel guilty. I have to say Sorry.