G'day world! Here's yours truely introducing (drumroll)... The Rum Tum Tugger into the story! I might mention that I do not own him, or any other character (except the turtle).

Quaxo ambled along not really paying attention to where he was going. Somehow or other he ended up in the middle of the city in a street with trees planted all the way down it. Quaxo stood gazing at them for a while. Soon he lost all track of time and simply stood there gazing into space, unaware of the funny looks that other cats were giving him. His thoughts drifted back to the London theatre, what had possesed Gus? What Jellicle had the power to take control of someone's mind?

"Excuse me" Quaxo jumped and turned around. A tall long haired Maine Coon was staring at him.

"Sorry, I umm, was zoned out" the Maine Coon laughed. Quaxo relaxed slightly, the tom seemed to be fairly good humoured.

"It's okay I do it all the time" grinned the tom "and on the worst possible occasions"

"Like what?"

"Like when your boss is rowing at you. He was telling me I was fired and I replied 'how interesting'." The magician laughed.

"So can I help you at all? Do you need to find somewhere?" He hoped he would be able to help the tom, despite how notoriously bad he was at giving directions.

"Well yes, do you happen to know where this address is?" The Maine Coon showed him a piece of paper. Quaxo's eyes widened.

"But, but that's my address! I moved in there today." Now it was the other tom's turn to look surprised.

"Really? But then you must be my new flat mate! How do you do I'm The Rum Tum Tugger" He grabbed Quaxo's hand and shook it heartily. Quaxo could only gape back; this nice and pleasant tom was his flatmate? There was no way he could be the only son of Old Deuteronomy, he was too, approachable. The Rum Tum Tugger glanced at his face "is something the matter… Quaxo, is it Quaxo?"

"Oh no sorry, I was just thinking, you don't look much like the air to the Jellicle throne" Tugger's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"I get that a lot, it drives dad nuts when I don't act like a proper Jellicle gentlemen. But he knows there's no doing anything about it!" Quaxo remembered hearing something along those lines before, maybe he'd read it somewhere?

It took Tugger exactly fifteen minutes to find out that Quaxo was a magician. Unfortunately he found out while he was driving Quaxo and himself to their flat.

"You can do magic?" he asked in amazement, nearly swerving into the car next to him.

"Yes" answered Quaxo, breathless after the near collision they'd just had.

"Wow that's awesome! What can you do?" This time Tugger nearly ran into the back of a lorry in an attempt to cross a set of traffic lights.

"A lot of stuff" said Quaxo shortly "Tugger can please slow down? The flat's not going to run away any time soon." Tugger did slow down, for about fifteen seconds.

"Hang on; if you're a magician can't you just snap your fingers and 'zing!' we'd be there?"

"No, my magic can transport one thing at a time"

"Damn, and there was me thinking I could save a fortune on petrol bills"

"I could try creating petrol for you"

"Really, could you do that?"

"Maybe, I've never tried creating petrol befo- WATCH OUT FOR THE BUS!" Tugger missed the bus by a whisker length. Unfazed he asked another question.

"So how does magic work exactly?" Quaxo shrugged

"I have no idea, Jellicles say it's a gift from the Everlasting Cat and frankly that's the best explanation we have."

"So what do magicians do? You know as a job or-oh sorry about that" As he'd asked this, Tugger had slammed on the breaks to avoid colliding with a street lamp. Quaxo stole a few second detach himself from the windscreen and rub his nose tenderly before answering.

We do what we can. I help with investigations; do odd jobs for people, perform occasionally. But not all magicians do that; it depends on how their magic works."

"How their magic works?"

"Well it's not as there's a you can do this, you can't do that set of rules out there, it differs from cat to cat. I nearly gave myself a heart attack when I found out I could teleport…"

"YOU CAN TELEPORT!" Quaxo rolled his eyes.

"Yes I told you that earlier"

"Oh yeah you did, sorry" said Tugger sheepishly.

"Why are you so curious to know about magic anyway? Haven't you met a magician before?"

"Actually, no. Ever since my older brother's magic went spaz and he was exiled, dads never let any magicians around me."

"By older brother I presume you mean Macavity?" Tugger nodded "You wouldn't know what Macavity's magic specialized in would you?"

"Haven't the foggiest Quaxo" replied Tugger shaking his head. Pulling up into the driveway he ran over a couple of bushes before stopping. As he stepped around the crumpled letterbox Quaxo made a mental note to never put any of his lamps near the driveway.

"Ohh look Quaxo this place has a FIREPLACE, we can roast marshmallows!" called Tugger popping his round the front door before bouncing off to look at the rest of the flat.

'Wow' thought Quaxo 'The Rum Tum Tugger is more than odd, he's curious.' Smiling to himself he walked to the front door.

Life with the Rum Tum Tugger was certainly going to be very interesting.