"Your Swagger Makes Me Smile"

Sorry guys, i know how short this is but i'm super, super, super sorry. I've been backed up with so many assignments and wrote this in like 20 minutes, so ignore any mistakes. I haven't even had a chance to read over it and edit. (How sad!)

I'm actually at my aunt's place on her laptop right now, so the top 3 this chapter are from memory only. On that note, i had SO MANY REVIEWERS! It was phenomenal! The response was fantastic, that's why i gave up my 20 minute break for you. (Lucky chooks you are) Hopefully, i'll post another chapter later tonight or tomorrow morning. (it's 10:42 am as i write this.)

TOP 3 READERS/REVIEWERS:

-Ravess. Hooray! Loving you're responses! They're so incredibley encouraging...but you're waaaaay too kind. They're wondeful compliments, but surely they are too good for me.

-Hazel Rosen. Hope you're loving it! are you feeling the drama? haha

-Cascaper. Thankyou so much! Hope you too are enjoying it.

Here it is chookies, but remember i may update later tonight or tomorrow morning. (fingers crossed!)

QUESTION TO READERS:

How do you guys feel about putting songs in fics? I have to say i'm tempted, (cats IS a musical...) but at the same time i feel putting a song in sorta cheapens the fic (not including the musical numbers in cats...they come in eventually).

so have your say: Songfics?

tasteful? or tacky?

Mungojerrie was confused.

Sure, he wasn't as cunning or as intuitive as his sister, but that didn't mean he was an idiot. He shuddered and subconsciously grasped at his tail. Tugger'd been acting really weird lately. Well, weirder then normal anyways. Usually, Tugger would be sauntering egotistically around the neighbourhood; flirting with the queens, charming the humans, teasing passing pollicles from a rooftop. Mungojerrie was usually on good terms with the Main Coon, but it seemed like the minute he first saw Bombalurina with him, something had changed.

Mungojerrie wasn't an idiot. But he still couldn't connect all the dots yet.

•••••

"Tugger you insufferable tom. I have enough kittens to take care of, let alone you."
Jennyanydots was far from impressed. Then again, she should've realised by now that Tugger thought of his needs before others. Jenny continued to pat the sobbing Etcetera a on the back, as her friend Victoria comforted the hysterical kitten.
"It's only a scratch Jenny, her tail won't fall off." Tugger moaned as Etcetera sobbed harder; seemingly trying to reel in the attention of her crush. Jenny gave him a cynical look.
"Yours might if you keep that attitude Mr." Tugger snorted indignantly.
"I need…" He trailed off, procrastinating the inevitable.
"What Tugger? I have enough probl-"
"Ineedsomeadvice" Had Jenny been drinking she would have sprayed it in his face. A triumphant smile spread across her sunset features.
"You're asking for help?" Her mocking, condescending tone made Tugger question the precise reason why he came to Jenny, of all Cats.
"I need…you know…with some stuff…" He was hesitant to even utter to word 'help' knowing Jenny might break a hip during her victory dance. "It's….about…"
"A girl? Sweet heavy side!" Jenny had now completely forgotten the kittens and started to giggle insanely. Tugger saw her start to shuffle in her seat in some form of very movement restricted shimmy. He knew that was the first sign of one of those I'll-never-live-this-down-I-hate-you-why'd-you-have-to-do-that moments.

Etcetera had halted her attention fishing sobs and let her jaw drop. A girl?! Tugger was interested in some girl that he'd needed to go to Jenny for advice? Impossible! Tugger was the seduction of the streets, the very heartthrob of the house cats. But mostly…

What did that bitch have that she didn't?

The kitten felt her jealousy rise to her throat. Swallowing her hate towards the un-known queen, she began to plot. Tugger would be sure to see her greatness. Furiously, she snatched Victoria's paw and began to drag her off to the clubhouse.

"I thought your leg hurt?" Victoria looked at the tiny scratch on Etcetera's leg.

"It's fine." Etcetera replied spitefully, partially because she didn't get as much attention for the staged scratch as she first planned, "I must find Electra. I need her help."

Victoria couldn't help but to wonder if her friend was scheming.