Second Chapter!

I hope you people are reading and reviweing!

Did I spell that right?

If you aren't, I am SAD. Although you all probably don't care about my feelings...on!

Chapter 2: Before The Ball Part 2

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Okay, so, I know I seemed a little hyper last time...

And that hasn't changed at all. Okay, I calmed down a little, after I woke Jessie up two more times and got kicked out of her room into the hallway, where I fell into a peaceful slumber...until Jessie's mother rudely stepped on me when they woke up willingly.

Well, I trotted into the kitchen and met my human family, Jessie and her tomparent and queenparent (I think their names are Cleo and Sam or something....), sitting at the table. I was immediantly overdosed in the sweet, sweet smell of bacon.......bacon.....hmmmm...so naturally, I jumped onto the table and began to move myself in between Jessie's arms affectionetly, as I do every morning.

"Hey, Scoots," she said smiling, stroking my back. It twitched my muscles pleasently and I arched my back, sticking my fine fine rump into the air, purring. Oh man, you have go to love it....

"Jessica! Get that cat off the table!"

I felt a cruel hand-that mean human queen-grab me from the stomach. I yowled in pain as she unceremoniusly picked me up and dropped me off the table. Luckily, I managed not to stumble this time and landed on my feet. Oooh! I despise that woman! (Liked that, I used despise, made myself sound smart!). She never liked me. I don't think she is a cat person. Jessie got it from her dad most likely, because he adores me beyond comprehenson.

As example, I whined in my throat and walked over to him, weaving in and out of his eyes repeatedly, before sitting down and nuzzling his leg, looking up at him with pitiful eyes.

"Oh, Chloe, why do you have to treet Scooterhead like that?"

Chloe huh? Not too far off...

"James, I can't stand to have him on the table!"

James?! Man, I was way off....

"Come on, Mom, Scooter is just a kitten!"

No, I'm a full grown Tom in a kittens body.

A devishly handsome kitten.

"So?"

Meanie.

"Chloe, please,"

Yeah, come on, Chloe!

"Fine."

Yeah!

"Just don't give him any bacon,"

DARN YOU ALL!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Eventually, after mewing in sadness and clawing at the door, I finally got Jessie to let me out.

"Be back soon, Scooterhead!" she said cheerfully. "Got it!" I said, but she didn't hear me and I didn't mean it. When she shut it, I heard giggling. I turned and saw my best friend Tumblebrutus on the sidewalk. "Scooterhead? That's rich!" he said, before laughing again. I just smirked and walked up to him. "You're on to talk..." I prodded him with my paw "...Sashalyn!". Tumble turned pink and whacked me over the head. We both completely forgot about this argument and began racing down the street.

"I'm gonna get there before you!" I shouted with glee, tripping over a rock.

"Not If I get there first!" I heard him shout from behind me.

Of course, I won. How couldn't I?

As soon as we walked into the junkyard, we began to play again. This time, we played tag, and a really fun game of tag too, and we were running around. Tumble jumped up onto a big washing machine and I was stumped to find out...I COULD NOT GET HIM. I clawed at it and tried to climb up but I just ended up opening the lid and fell down on my back. Tumble smirked down at me. I glared at him. "Come on, Pounce," he started saying. "Come up here so I can push your ass off again!" he said with a luagh.

"Excuse me?"

Tumble cried out in surprise and fell off-onto me! "Get off me!" I said, pushing him away. We stood up and turned. Tumblebrutus's father, a black and white patched tom-Alonzo-was there. Man, it always wierds me out when I think of the fact Alonzo and Tumble are father and son. I mean, Alonzo can sometimes be one of the most immature toms I've ever met, next to Tugger. He's constantly flirting with every single one of the queens (Bastard) and even the kit queens (Pervert). And yet out of nowhere he suddenly gets all "father-serious" with Tumble. It's wierd! Also, no offense, but Tumble and Alonzo look NOTHING alike. I think I asked Alonzo about that once-Alonzo told me that Tumble looks almost exactly like his mother. I think she and Alonzo had a little fling in the woods. That's where Gus found them anyway....

Oh, back to the action!

Tumble had gotten up off his butt and was looking at his dad sheepishly. "Hey, Dad, listen, we were just-"

"Screwing around?"

"That's a good way to put it!" I happily put in, ignoring the look Tumblebrutus was giving me, a look that clearly said KEEP QUIET.

"You do know that Jellylorum and Jenny-your mom, I may remind you, Pouncival-are looking for you? You need to practice your solos!" Alonzo was saying sternly. Tumble rolled his eyes. "Come on, Dad, I know my solos! Besides, shouldn't YOU be practicing?" he asked. Alonzo turned red for a moment, but then smirked. "Nope, I got better things to do," he said. I rolled my eyes this time. Oh, Everlasting Cat, here we go.

"Yeah, I'm so sure you do. Maybe I got plans too!" "Right, Tumble, what can you do?" "What were you going to do?" "I asked you first" "No you didn't!" "I did"

"Hey, Tumble, lay off, he probably just wants to figure out how to talk to Cassie without puking in fear," I said, smirking at Alonzo, pleased when he blushed. Tumblebrutus laughed, only to receive a smack in the shoulder from Alonzo ("Hey!").

"You shut up and get to Jenny!" he told us both. When he left, his tail swishing angrily, me and Tumble could only break into giggles.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Chapter 2 is done! Review please!