Morning came. It was a fresh morning for Munkustrap… things all solved with Demeter, with Mungojerrie…
Munkustrap then was suddenly depressed. The redevelopment, he remembered, only a week and a day left. For the Jellicles' death, only a week.
Munkustrap walked through the thick dawn fog to Bombalurina and Demeter's den. He knocked.
"What the… Munkustrap? Oh… yeah… hi… uhh… yeah… sorry… I am not usually awake at this time…" said the half-sleeping Bombalurina.
"Oh… sorry. Can I see Demeter…?" he asked.
"Yeah… come on in…" said Bombalurina tiredly.
When Munkustrap entered in, Demeter was already awake.
"Sorry, Demeter… I guess all the talking woke you up…" he apologized.
Demeter simply gave him a kiss.
"I really should be up now… it's a fresh day and all that…" she said.
"Ok. I was just passing by to say a greeting for a new day… and all that. Well… good morning."
"Good morning," Demeter said with a gentle laugh.
After visiting Demeter, Munkustrap ran towards Old Deuteronomy's den – all separate from the rest of where the cats live – for he wanted to request something… something he knew was important.
"Father… good… good morning," the son said, trying to breathe in some air.
"Munkustrap… oh… my dear son… Why are you in such a hurry?" Old Deuteronomy said with a hug and a smile.
"Father… we… we… really need to have a meeting this afternoon… yes… It's rather urgent… You know… about the redevelopment…"
"I see… it seems you are right…" the old cat said. It was decided.
The meeting was started at the main area a few hours later, and all cats – toms and queens – were sitting, paying valuable attention to Munkustrap.
"Good day," he said.
All the cats giggled.
"Yes. I know the reason why you're giggling. And I'm happy I came back to normal with Demeter."
All cats looked at Demeter. Her face became red but she just smiled.
"Anyways, we have a more serious issue. The redevelopment of the Junkyard is only a week and a day away. More importantly – don't panic at this, especially you, Etcetera – the humans plan to wipe us out a day before that day… a week from now."
It was obvious Etcetera was trying to keep back shrieks.
"That is why we need any cat who have a good idea to at least protect ourselves – most importantly protect the kittens – from what will be happening," said Munkustrap.
Suddenly, Mungojerrie, who was sitting at the side with Rumpleteazer lying next to him, raised his paw.
All eyes turned towards him.
"You…? Yeah, indeed… put your dirty hands down right now, you troublemaker!" said Alonzo.
"Yeah! You don't deserve to speak here!" shouted Cassandra.
Even Rumpleteazer – her wound healed up immensely – looked up at her brother.
"I have an idea," Mungojerrie said despite all the disagreements thrown at him, "I really do. I am the famous Mungojerrie. I am rather able to do things that you would think is impossible – although I used it so far in naughty, unhelpful ways… But you know what… I think I can steal all the papers related to the redevelopment."
Everyone gasped.
"You…?" said the Rum Tum Tugger. He laughed. A few other cats joined into the laughter, too.
"Yeah, Tugger. Me. Yeah, me. Two days before the redevelopment, before the day when they are supposed to wipe us out, I will follow the humans' automobile; this will probably lead me to their office or something. I will then quietly follow a man into the office and try to find some – actually all – papers that are related to the redevelopment. It won't stop the whole redevelopment, but it will definitely slow the process down."
Everyone gasped another time.
"Mungojerrie… are you sure about this…?" asked Munkustrap.
"Munkustrap, I am sure. All you have to do is to tell me the time the humans come to the Junkyard usually."
"Mungojerrie… wait… can you read English…?"
"Munkustrap… who am I?"
"You're… Mungojerrie…"
Mungojerrie grinned.
This time, Jemima raised her paw. Etcetera, who was sitting right next to her, was eagerly pointing towards her friend.
"Yes, Jemima?" said Munkustrap.
"Uhh… Munky… I'm not sure about this but I have an idea."
"Oh, please… do tell me… I mean, us."
"Ok. I think we should bite the humans when they come here… you know… on the day when Mungojerrie is to follow the humans… you know… bite them before Mungojerrie follows them…"
Munkustrap gave a sigh. "Jemima…"
"Munkustrap… it'll be worth it."
"I think it is rather ridiculous… biting the humans?" said Munkustrap.
"Munk… at least it will show them that we won't be just stupid and just sit here while they try to kill us…" said Jemima.
He sighed again. She was correct right there. "Alright. Let's compromise, then. I will let the cats bite if you agree that only toms will be allowed to do it. Queens and kittens may get seriously injured during the process."
Jemima sighed. She eventually nodded.
"Alright, then. I, Admetus, Mistoffelees, and Coricopat will bite and attack the humans – furiously."
All cats looked quite excited by now. Munkustrap quickly noticed this.
"Now don't get too excited. Even if we bite the humans, it is really impossible that it will stop or at least slow down the redevelopment. And Mungojerrie stealing the papers may delay the redevelopment a tad bit, but it won't stop it. This is just to possibly delay the redevelopment and also show them that we are not unintelligent creatures. And some of us may get hurt in the process. This is a risk. A huge risk," he said.
All cats nodded.
"As to summarize… six days from now, the toms I chose will attack the humans who come to the Junkyard. And cats, remember this – these days, the humans usually come at noon or so. Anyways, right after that, Mungojerrie will follow the humans and steal their papers related to the redevelopment. And the next day – the day that the humans plan to wipe us all out – we will evacuate to a nearby abandoned construction site and spend at least a night there so that we escape what they plan to give on us… death. It's all a risk… a huge risk…"