I look around at our new home, watching as my tribe finds their own dens among the abandoned boxes in the warehouse. I hear the boats passing by on the River Thames, and, if I look outside, I can see its murky waters.
"Alright, let's get this place organized," Jemi decides, grabbing a pencil and paper. "First, we need to list everyone's Types."
I groan. I had never seen the point in listing all of the tribe's Jellicle Types.
"Well, I'd say that Tumble's a Pragmatical Cat," my mate says, ignoring my groan. She sits down next to me, and begins scribbling away, not paying any attention to me at all.
After a few minutes, I glance over at the paper to see what she's written.
Tumblebrutus- Pragmatical Cat
Etcetera- Fanatical Cat
Electra- Statistical Cat
Mistoffelees- Clerical Cat
Tantomile- Delphic Oracle Cat
I raise my eyes to meet my mate's.
"And what Type am I?" I ask kiddingly.
"I'm thinking Mystical Cat," the calico queen replies seriously. I try not to grin mischievously as I plant kisses along her jawbone.
"Are you sure I'm not a Romantical Cat?" I purr, taking her hand and kissing that, too. Jemi blushes slightly, and bats my hand away. I nuzzle her shoulder.
"Aww, Jems, don't you like the attention?" I tease, kissing her again. Someone- I think it was Tumble- wolf-whistles.
"Get a room, guys!" Tanto yells kiddingly as I continue kissing Jemima, despite the fact that she constantly pushes me away.
A few minutes of turning my dear mate an even brighter shade of pink later, I stand up, bow extravagantly, and leave without a word.
The next day, I check the paper again. It now has two more entries-
Jemima- Pedantical Cat
Coricopat- Mystical Cat
I sigh.
What does a tom have to do to be labeled a Romantical Cat?
~BGBD~
Okay, this one was also pretty short… but it was all I could think of for the prompt. :P And this'll be just about the only non-angst-filled chapter in the whole thing…
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