I'm sorry it's been so long since I updated, and I'm sorry that this is so short! FORGIVE ME!
With every passing day, Bombalurina's stomach grew larger and soon, she could hardly move for the weight of it. And then, one day while she was lounging in her den, it happened.
"Breathe, Bomba!" Jennyanydots said, "Just breathe! You're doing fine."
"I'M BREATHING!" Bomba cried in anguish.
Bonconlo and Tugger were arguing near the tire when they heard the pained cried. "Bomba!" Bonconlo gasped.
The two Toms rushed in the direction of the screams, and finally skidded into Bombalurina's den. "What happened? What's wrong?!" Cried Tugger as he dashed into the den.
Jenny turned towards him, her face glowing. "Three! Three perfect kittens! Two girls and a little boy…"
She pointed to the three bundles of fur cradled proudly in Bomba's arms. Bonconlo's knees buckled, and he sunk to the floor. "Kittens! Dang…"
The kittens were indeed perfect, each with unique markings. The first kitten, a female, was the spitting image of her mother, with a little black star on her forehead. The second kitten, a male, bared a frightening resemblance to Macavity in markings, but his face was much too cute to compare him to the Hidden Paw. The last female kitten was completely black save for a red patch of fur around her nose. Her eyes were blue and intelligent looking. She bore a distinct resemblance to her Aunt Demeter in her physical form.
Tugger slowly took in the kittens and Bomba. "So…" He said coolly, "When is the father going to come visit?"
Bomba's heart sank down into the pit of her stomach. "Tugger…" She whispered. "Please…"
He stared at her, completely indifferent. There was a sudden loud crash from outside the den, and Munkustrap came bursting into the den. "Are…Are they here?" He panted.
Jennyanydots, who was cleaning the blood from the floor, looked up and nodded. Munkus's eyes wandered down to the kittens cradled in Bomba's arms. "I'm an uncle!" He cried.
For the next few days, Bombalurina and Demeter stayed together in Bomba's den, taking care of the newborn kittens.
"I wonder what their names will be." Demeter wondered aloud one morning.
She watched as the little male kitten chased his tail around and around, rather like a Pollicle would do. It was quite ironic, but the kitten that bore the most resemblance to Macavity was the one that Demeter had grown most attached to.
"I have no idea." Shrugged Bomba, as she stroked the fur of her mini-me kitten, "I'm a bit worried about this little black one, though. She's just so independent…"
She gazed at the little kitten, who was looking thoughtfully out of the den, watching the activity of the Junkyard. "She'll grow out of it." Demeter murmured, "They always do, you know…"
Just then, Munkustrap ran into the den, "Old Deuteronomy has called a meeting." He said, "Bring the kittens…"
Minutes later, the entire Junkyard had assembled in the clearing, with the kittens sitting on the gigantic tire in front. Old Deuteronomy rose from his place just behind the kittens, and spoke, "This meeting has been called to decide the fate of these three kittens. We must decide if they are to stay in the Junkyard, or if they are to be banished, like their father before them. I ask that every cat express his or her opinion." The Jellicle leader sat down, the three kittens lined up like criminals awaiting trail. "Who shall speak first?"
Munkustrap raised his paw, and Old Deuteronomy nodded his approval. "I have no love for Macavity. I hate my brother, in fact. But we must remind ourselves that these kittens are Bombalurina's as well. In any case, we cannot afford to let Macavity find them, and raise them to be like him. I say we keep the kittens."
A quiet applause greeted Munkus as he sat down. Demeter spoke next. "I think that I have the most reason of anybody to hate Macavity, after what he did to me. Yet, in the few days that I have spent with these kittens, I have found myself growing quite attached to them. I…I agree with my mate."
Old Deuteronomy nodded, and addressed the entire Junkyard. "Would anyone else like to speak?" There was silence. "Very well. All those in favor of keeping the kittens?"
Every cat in the Junkyard raised a paw. Everyone, that is, except Tugger. Bomba's heart sank as she saw him deliberately keep both of his paws at his sides, his eyes staring at the kittens with pure loathing. Even though Bomba was overjoyed at the prospect of being able to keep her kittens, Tugger not supporting made her feel like the whole Junkyard was against her. The Jellicle leader held up his hands. "Very well, then. We must make sure that these kittens never find out who their father is. From now on, as far as we know, the father of these kittens is dead!"