"More sparkles," demanded the Rum Tum Tugger.
"That's what you always say," Mister Mistoffelees grumbled. He had been coming to the attic for ages now, learning things from the Magicians handbook and keeping Tugger amused.
It didn't hurt to entertain the other cat, and besides the weather outside was cold and chilly, the attic was nice and warm and the magic fascinated them both. But practising took concentration and that came hard to such a young cat.
"Time for a break," Tugger declared, hearing the rebellious note in the kits voice. He began to strut towards the stairs, ruffling the kits head fur as he went.
"Ugh," groused Mistoffelees, dropping the card pack he'd been practicing with. Just when things were getting interesting Tugger would get bored and want to do something else.
He had been getting a bit annoyed at this trick though. So he scampered down after the Rum Tum Tugger and joined him in the kitchen where two bowls of milk sat waiting for them.
"Why two bowls?" asked Mistoffelees, poking his nose into one and lapping up busily. The humans in the kitchen came to stand around and watch for some reason, which made the small cat flatten his ears and crouch lower. He didn't stop lapping up the milk however.
Tugger paused from his own bowl and licked at his whiskers, staring at the humans for a bit with disinterest. They were his humans and their antics had long since stopped worrying him.
"They think you live here now," he told Mistoffelees. The younger cat finished his milk, then went to Tuggers bowl and started lapping up that as well. The adult cat gave him a fond look – he remembered being that hungry when he was a kit too.
"Eh," Mistoffelees backed around the bowl as a human stretched out its giant hand to try and pat him. He kept lapping the milk as he backed away. "And why is it calling me Florence? That's a girl's name."
"No idea," the Tugger said, leaning over to lick some milk droplets from Mistoffelees cheek.
"Let's go, they're creeping me out." Mistoffelees complained, having finished the milk.
"Okay," Tugger first went round and rubbed himself against the legs of the humans, to mark them as his. Then they went back upstairs where Mistoffelees practiced and the larger cat lay on his side and gave suggestions, sometimes good, sometimes annoying, but always encouraging. Outside snow began to fall.