a/n – chapter 3 is here and it hasn't been 11 months! Christmas break is a glorious time. To Cassieteazer, thank you, thank you, thank you for being my first reviewer. Even if you said you can't offer much critique your review helped motivate me to post this chapter.
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"Would you like to know what they're saying?" I heard a small voice say. I turned away from the tire and saw Misto poking his head out from his pipe.
"Only if my dad is telling Tumble something like 'Have fun at the ball , do you have a den of your own for when the night is over,' or 'Take good care of her,'" I said. Misto shook his head and chuckled, clearly amused.
"No, your dad's not actually been doing that much talking. Tumble's been reminding him it was your coming of age, and that you needed a tom escort and he would be the right tom and that sort of thing."
"Oh…, has, do you know, anyone else been thinking about asking to escort me to the ball?"
"Well I had been considering it, back one week after Vicky mated, then I started hanging out with Electra and we mated. Pounce, I think had been considering it four months ago until he and Etcetera found they had so much in common then mated. I know, though that ever since Tumble saw you he's been hooked."
"Oh," that is once again the only thing my brilliant brain could come up with, "Thanks Misto."
"Any time Jem," Misto's head disappeared back into his pipe presumable so he could check on Electra; she'd been having some troubling dreams recently. Tumble walked over leaving dad at the tire; I don't think he moved since he sat down. I gave Tumble the half of the mouse I didn't eat and he finished it.
All of a sudden we heard an evil laugh. Macavity's evil laugh. He's healed. Tumble threw himself on top of me in a protective crouch; I felt my ears go flat to my head. More Laughter, it was closer; Macavity was close. I couldn't move; I was petrified. I prayed to Heaviside that Uncle Munku and Aunt Deme were hiding. Tumble lifted me in his mouth by the scruff of my neck, as if I were still a small kitten, and ran to his den. I saw dad run to our den in the washer to protect mom.
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