A/N: wow, that took a long time! I'm really sorry it took about 4 months. It promise to add more before Thanksgiving. Read and Review!

As Tugger let off his steam by blaming Munkustrap for being overprotective, Isabel was adjusting to life in the Jellicle Junkyard.

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"So how do you like it here?" Rumpleteazer asked Isabel.

"Well, anything is better then nothing, I guess," She answered.

"Hey, it's not that bad here. I thought you'd enjoy the current living arrangements." Rumpleteazer smiled slyly.

Isabel was instantly confused. "What?" she asked.

Rumpleteazer rolled her eyes, "Well, considering who sleeps here every night since you've been here."

"What? Who?" Isabel asked, getting more confused by the second.

"Tugger!" Rumpleteazer was amazed by her friend's stupidity.

"He's here everyday?" Isabel asked, "I haven't even talked to him since the Ball."

"You haven't?" Rumpleteazer was surprised: Tugger seemed to be quite fond of Isabel (more so then all the other females). It was surprising that he hadn't made a move on the new cat while she didn't know anything about his reputation. "That's unusual…"

"Why is that so strange," Isabel asked, "he's probably just shy. I did just come in off the streets."

Rumpleteazer chuckled, "Tugger? Shy? You're describing the wrong cat, hun. The Tugger is the ultimate ladies man; all the girls are after him."

"Even you?" Isabel asked suggestively.

"No! Not me!" Rumpleteazer looked appalled, "I've got my eye on someone else."

"Mungojerrie?" Isabel looked over at the tiger-striped cat playing with the kittens.

"He's my brother!" Rumpleteazer exclaimed, "I like Tumblebrutus."

Before Isabel could respond, Munkustrap walked up to them.

"Isabel," he asked, "could I talk to you for a moment?"

Isabel shrugged and jumped off the hood of the car.

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Tugger sat up and stared. Why was Munkustrap talking to Isabel? Did it involve him? If Munkustrap was interfering again… Tugger snarled in annoyance. He strained to hear what his brother was saying but it was impossible. Isabel was staring intently at something just over Munkustrap's right shoulder, but as the Guardian spoke, she nodded in all the right places. Tugger had no idea what she was looking at, but he knew that she was trying to tune out his brother. Although Tugger was annoyed at Munkustrap for talking to Isabel, he was amused at Isabel's attitude. He could tell she didn't think much of him. Tugger could only pray that she didn't feel the same way about him.

After a minute or two, Isabel's tail tip started to flick in annoyance. Munkustrap noticed this and bowed his head in respect and walked away. Isabel darted off in the direction she had been looking and disappeared behind a pile of garbage.

Tugger jumped off the hood of the car he had been sunning himself on and sauntered over to his older brother.

"What was that about?" Tugger asked, a little too quickly.

"I asked her a few questions. I am the Guardian you know. I need to know some things about her to make sure the rest of the tribe is safe with her here." Munkustrap started to lick himself clean, in preparation for a catnap.

"What did you find out?" Tugger pressed on. He wanted to know as much as he could about Isabel before he hit on her.

"Well, she's about Misto's age, her mother's name was Rajalina and her father's name was Ciaran. Her father was hit by a car when she was a kit and her mother was taken by the pound and sent to a sailing company to rid the ships of mice. She was living on the streets for almost a year and a half when she found a home. She was forced to leave when the people who took her in had a child. Is that enough information for you?"

Tugger took in all of Munkustrap's words and played them over and over in his head. Without saying anything to his brother, he walked back over to his sleeping place and fell asleep to dreams of the wonderful and mysterious Isabelandra.