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Pouncival completely forgot about the new kitten for the next few weeks. He was very busy playing with the other kittens. The competitive kitten was always happy to beat his littermates, Tumblebrutus and Electra, at everything he could. His mother, Jellylorum, sat off to the side, watching the kittens play. His father, Skimbleshanks, was at work, though Pouncival wasn't sure what his Father's job was. He knew his father worked for the railway, but what exactly did he do?
It was four weeks after the birth of Jemima, and the kittens were playing ball. "So the goal of this game is to get the ball in the bucket. Any questions?" Plato asked them, trying to explain his latest game. He was always creating new games for the kittens to play. He loved to boss all the other kittens around.
"Do we have to play? It's so boring!" His littermate Etcetera whined.
"Bossy much, Plato," Tumblebrutus said. "And Ceti, let's give the game a shot." Tumblebrutus was used to being the pacifist between Plato and his sister. Yet, Tumblebrutus commonly argued with his brother Pouncival.
Emerging from their little den was Demeter and Jemima. Jemima, at a month old, was rather wobbly as she walked. Her head was so out of proportion with the rest of her. Demeter nudged the young kitten to go and join in the fun. It was her first time out of the den, and Demeter wanted Jemima to start playing with the other kittens. Demeter went and joined Jellylorum. Jemima approached the kittens. "Can I play?" Her voice was high and squeaky.
"No way! You're way too small and you can hardly stand," Plato exclaimed.
"You're so rude," a beautiful white cat named Victoria said. Plato rolled his eyes, yet the annoyance wasn't genuine. Plato had a big crush on Victoria, and was hoping to mate with her at the Jellicle Ball.
"Leave her alone!" Pouncival responded. "I'm sure you were just as small." He turned to Jemima. "You can play with us. I'm Pouncival."
"Seriously Pouncival. What is she, your girlfriend?" Plato rolled his eyes, and Pouncival blushed.
"Ignore him," the white cat said. "My name is Victoria!"
A white cat that had brown stripes down her body jumped in front of Jemima. "Hi new friend! I'm Etcetera! But everyone calls me Ceti!" Jemima giggled at the hyper cat.
Pouncival smiled. "So the rude cat is Plato. And the brown girl is Electra, but we all all her Flick."
"Flick?" asked Jemima. "How did she get that nickname? It sounds nothing Electra."
Tumblebrutus cut in, "Because one time, we were fighting and she flicked me in the head. We wrestle a lot."
"The annoying one is Tumblebrutus," Pouncival said.
"And what's your name?" Victoria asked with a warm smile. She was very good with young kittens.
"Jemima," the black kitten said quietly,
"Well Jemima, welcome to our little club. Can I call you Jemmy?" Victoria smiled again.
"Sure!" Jemima was really happy that they accepted her, and didn't really care what they called her. "How do you play?"
They began to explain the rules to her.
A few hours later, the boys and girls separated so they could have girl time with Jemima. Plato's game was a lot of fun, and Jemima enjoyed it despite her lack of skill. She was the least athletic one there. Etcetera was on Jemima's team, along with Pouncival and Victoria. Etcetera was very competitive, and she and Plato had a strong rivalry. Jemima was excited to get to talk to the girls as they gathered on top of the pile of garbage.
"So do you like any of the Toms?" was the first thing out of Etcetera's mouth.
"Uhmmm," Jemima didn't want to answer. She didn't think she liked any of them, but she wasn't sure.
"Isn't she kind of young for that?" asked Victoria. Etcetera chose to ignore her.
"You haven't met the Rum Tum Tugger yet!" Etcetera exclaimed. "You have to meet him! Let's go! He's normally by the toilet at this time."
Etcetera began to lead them away, but stopped when she heard the boys talking. "I think they're talking about you, Jemmy!" The female kittens began to eavesdrop.
"So where is your girlfriend, Pouncival?" asked Plato. Tumblebrutus stood off to the side, playing with a fake mouse.
"My-my girlfriend?" Pouncival responded, obviously confused.
"The little runt!" exclaimed Plato. "Since you're so obviously in love with her."
"I'm not in love with her," Pouncival defended. "I just feel bad for the awkward little runt. Nah, she's so ugly and she is so bad at playing ball."
Jemima turned away, her eyes flowing with tears . "It's okay, boys are stupid anyways," Electra tried to comfort her.
Jemima wiped away the tears. "I'm fine. Let's go meet the Rum Tug Tugger!"
Victoria was still worried about Jemima, but a visit to the Rum Tug Tugger might cheer her up. "Lead the way Cetti!"