It was dark in our den. I had just tucked in my daughters, Jemima and Electra, and I drew back the covers on my nest. I slipped my paws underneath the blanket and settled myself beside my dear mate, Demeter. I placed an arm around her and I could hear her purring loudly as I did so. That made me purr in reply.
"Are they asleep, Munkustrap?" Demi asked in a half-conscious voice.
"They soon will be," I replied, giving my mate a kiss on the back of her head.
She did not answer, but instead turned to face me. She kissed me gently on the lips and nestled her head underneath my neck. I began to think about my darling kits. We were so blessed to have such beautiful daughters, my Jem was a black and maroon queen and Electra was a tortoise shell female. They were growing up so quickly, Jemima was already into dating toms. I gave each a firm talking to before they were even allowed to ask her out on a date. I felt I was obligated to protect my baby girls, no matter how many years would pass. My thoughts now led to my adoptive daughter, Victoria. She was a bit older than my girls, so she was their role model and confidante most of the time. She was also a very beautiful white queen, with delicate little tan stripes down her arms, legs and sides and she also had a tan rimmed face. She no longer stayed with Dem and I, but she had her own den. Recently, she consented to be the mate of Plato. I was not quite sure of her choice, but if she was happy, then I was happy.
The thought of her mateship brought to mind my nephew, Mr. Mistoffelees. He was a small tuxedo tom with great magical powers. My brother the Rum Tum Tugger always delighted in the irony of that fact. I rolled my eyes as I thought about my brother. That egotistical Main Coon needed to settle down and soon. I looked down to see Demeter was asleep. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep as well. My thoughts once again turned back to my nephew. He was actually my littlest nephew, no pun intended. Plato and Admetus were the two sons of my older and evil brother Macavity. That was during the time he and Demeter where mates. My older brother had baited her to flee the junkyard with him. A year later, she came back with two little sons. We had become mates that day, if I recalled correctly. Another good year later, Mistoffelees was placed on my human's front doorstep. These humans I shared with my father and Tugger. Misto had taken very easily to us all; especially Tugger, for Heaviside knows what reason. He had also taken to Victoria rather quickly. Here recently I thought their fondness for each other would take a more serious route, but it seemed that had fallen away. Victoria and Misto had had some argument and no longer spoke to the other. It was foolish and I had tried to counsel them both, but they remained stubbornly against the idea of coming together and making amends. After that plan failed, I gave up. It seemed as if their friendship meant nothing anymore.
I sighed and settled further into the bed. Perhaps, I would try once more to counsel them just once more. After such a day as this was, we need to keep the peace in the junkyard. It had been so calm the entirety of the week, no Macavity scares and no Peke and Pollicle fights (and that's a long time for a Poll and a Peke.) I drifted slowly and deeply into a peaceful sleep, deciding how I would help the two heal their friendship. That was all they needed, some peace. Like I had.
All righty, here is the next installment. This is actually really fun! I started writing another chapter before this one. It was the same subject, but it didn't really fit with peace. I began again. I might upload that one also, but I need another word. Anyway, keep sending me words or phrases! As many as you like, honestly. But also, REVIEW! I work hard with these, please let me know what you think. Is it bad, good? Loved it hate it? Let me know!