It was so ridiculous how lucky he was! My stupid Uncle Tugger could have his pick of queens and he chose not a one! The worst part was that he slighted my poor little crush, Etcetera. No one knew it, well, except for my brother Plato, but I was infatuated with the cream and ginger stripped queen-kit. I knew I was a little older, but I still liked her an awful lot.
I stared from my place atop the tire in the center of the clearing as the Tugger swiveled his hips and made Etcy blush and faint. I nearly bubbled over with jealousy. I dug my claws into the tire and was so completely focused on the scene before me that I did not realize I had company.
"Hoping his leg will come out of its socket, Admetus?" a voice asked, accompanied by a black tail with a white tip.
I looked over to see Mistoffelees had joined me on the tire and was watching Tugger disinterestedly. I sighed and smirked at his comment. I never knew Misto was on to be dry and dark with his humor. I wondered if Tugger was perhaps making him jealous as well.
"Yeah, then no one would swoon over him," I chuckled in reply, now watching to see if it were a possibility for Tugger to injure his ever-swaying hips.
Misto made no comment, but merely curled into a more comfortable position. My relationship with him was an odd one. He looked up to me as if I was an older brother and I thought of him as my little brother. The thing was that he was an orphan and his parentage was unknown, as far as I knew. I looked over to him once more and saw that he looked rather sad.
"Tugger bothering you?" I asked him.
"No, them," he answered, jerking his head toward my brother and his fiancée Victoria.
"Oh. I know what you mean. They're all cutesy together, I can barely stand it too,"
He sighed, lay his head down and closed his eyes. Taking that as a hint to leave him alone, I decided to go to my den and change into my Rumpus Cat suit. See, I am the Rumpus cat and I save all cats from the danger of dogs. Here lately, the dogs had seemed a bit bored and took to picking on us cats. It was not a very nice thing to do and I loved scaring the pee out of those vicious creeps.
I left the junkyard out of the back way, so no one knew the Rumpus Cat was about and slipped into a back alleyway. You accumulate quite a fan-club when you are a Super. I roamed London for the longest time, looking for some dog to chase off. I did this for the entirety of an hour. Just as I was giving up, I heard a familiar shriek. It was Etcey! My Etcey!
I darted down the alleyway and I came face to bum with a peke. Just what I had been waiting for! I advanced on the little mongrel dog and growled deeply. The stupid mop turned to face me and his eyes became the size of a cow's.
"Leave the queen alone," I demanded, drawing out the last word in another growl.
The thing yipped and dashed out of the alley, yarking as he went. I turned to fin little Etty curled up in a whimpering ball.
"The thing you have been hiding from has been run off," I said in a voice that I used as a cover to my real one. If the junkyard knew who I was, they would never stop bothering me with requests.
She whipped her eyes and sniffled, looking up to me. Her eyes were suddenly awestruck and she smiled an all too familiar smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Rumpus cat," she said in her adorable little voice, giving me that fan-girly grin she gave Tugger.
"Pleasure to be of the service of such a pretty lady," I said, taking her paw and kissing it.
She giggled and I helped her to her feet. She fell onto me and I realized she had sprained her ankle, probably running away from that blasted dog. I offered to carry her back to the junkyard and she gladly accepted. As I carried her there, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and nuzzled her little head onto my chest.
"I love you, Rumpus Cat," She whispered.
I smiled broadly. Perhaps, Tugger was not the only one. I was the luckiest tom that day.
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