Okay, new chapter everyone! Please review when you read, it's rude when you don't! PLEASE!

Also introducing a new OC, Chessica. Even though she's an OC, she's in the video. You'll know who I'm talking about.

Chapter 3: Before The Ball Part 3

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Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."

See what I did, I vocalised the last four! And my feet HURT! Dang, Mom had us drilling her stupid Cockroach tap dance for like two hours straight! I'ven ever tapped so much in my life! I, and I think all my fellow kittens (except Quaxo - Bastard) would agree, HATE TAP DANCING NOW!

No, I still like it, I just hate it right now. Oh, did I mention who we kittens are?

Me, Tumble, Jemima, Exotica, Electra, Etcetera, Plato, Quaxo, and Victoria.

Okay, anyway, I stumbled my way slowly to my rocking chair, the highest perch in the junkyard, and gleefully layed down on it. "Aaaaaaahhhhh" I purred, stretching my aching legs. Oh, how good it does feel to get away from mother.

However, just when I was starting to relax-

"Aw, com' on, Munkus!"

I sat my head up quickly, looking about. The chair was right on the edge of the clearing-I always wondered how that clearing always stayed clear, it was so big, you'd think the garbage men would fill it up or something- oh, anyway, I recognized the accent right away.

"Yea', man. I sti' don' understan' why ya won' let us hav' a song!"

And that one!

It was my sister Rumpleteazer, and her mate Mungojerrie - the Notorious Couple of Cats!

I peeked over the edge of the chair and saw them following an annoyed Munkustrap. I giggled, happy to watch the event unfolding. "I'm sorry, but I can't fit a song for you two into our schedule. If you had asked me sometime before, then maybe it would be different," he was saying.

"Bu' we ask'd ya WEEKS 'go!" Rumpleteazer cried. "Yea', Munkus! Wev' been askin' ya 'f we coul' hav' ou' own song sinc', like, days 'n days 'go!" Mungojerrie added. "'mit it! Ya hate us!". Munkustrap rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's exactly why I won't let you two have a song. Goodbye, now," he said, and then flicked his tail at them and walked off. The duo skulked for a minute, then Mungo suddenly lifted his eyes up to me and smiled.

"'Eh, lookie 'ere! Pounce!"

Next thing I knew, I had two crazy blurs of calico sitting beside me. Teazer hugged me in her exaggerated way, of course. "Teazer, lemme go!" I cried, batting at her. She dropped me unceremoniously and then they both laid down next to me. "Was' up, lil' bro?" Teazer asked, giggling.

I groaned. "Mom keeps making us do the tap dance over and over and over and over and over and over-I CAN' TAKE IT!" I cried, putting my hands over my head dramatically. "Eh, Teazah, did I just catc' a hin' of accen' 'dere?" Mungo asked grinning. Suddenly, I realized he was right. "You're right! Cool!"

We all laughed, oh so fun. Then I decided to say "Sorry Munk won't let you guys have a song,". But the two just grinned deviously. "What?" I asked, confused. "Don' worry, lil' brothah!" Teazer said, ruffling my ear. "We gon' hav' our song, whethah Munk like it ah not!" she said, and the two scampered away, giggling, leaving me to contemplate how I could gain a full Cockney accent.

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Later, after I had (ahem) been escorted (kicked out) of Plato's den when he and Victoria were talking (going at it like a bunch of Pollicles), I decided to go visit the lady I considered my best Queen friend.

Chessica!

Now, Chessica was technically my aunt, since she was Dad's sister, but I liked her enough anyway! She lived in a makeshift den on the east side of the junkyard.

"Hi, Aunt Chessica!" I said, running in and sliding to a sitting point beside her at her sink. She smiled at me. I liked her smile, it went so well with her body. She was pretty! She was a tabby, covered in cool looking black, grey, yelllow, and bright red stripes. Awesome combination, I believe!

"Hi, Pouncival," she said, returning to washing off a freshly caught mouse. Yummmmm.....mice....

"Can I have some?" I asked hopefully, looking up with her with my best kitten eyes. She smiled, and said "Nope,". I pouted, before turning my back to her. "You're mean!" I said. She laughed, and I immediantly forgave her an spun around, flopping onto my stomach as I did.

"Hey, Aunt Chessica!"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to the ball?" I asked happily. Happy gone when she frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, I don't know if I want to go this year. It becomes so boring when you can't dance in your age," she said. I gasped-Chessica was a great dancer! "Pleeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseee! You have to come, its my first one!" I begged.

She smiled. "Okay, I'll come. But I'll only dance in the first song, then I'm watching the rest of the night!" she said.

Yeah! I could live with that!

"Thanks Aunt Chessica! Bye!" I then scampared away, contemplating on who I should jump on from behind- Coricopat or Tantomile?

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Done!