"Tugger! Tugger! Rum Tum Tugger, look! I've learnt a new trick!" Mister Mistoffelees had tracked the Rum Tum Tugger down to the pantry, where the bigger cat was laboriously trying to haul himself to the top shelf.
"Busy," he grunted, scrabbling his hind paws in mid-air while pulling himself up with his fore paws.
"I can move three things at once!" Mistoffelees had been trying to do this for the longest time and was very excited. "That makes moving stuff so much easier – I can put big things in small places or little things in big ones or put heavy things…."
"Yeah, cool," interrupted Tugger, finally hauling himself up on the shelf. He then tipped the bowl of cream he wanted on its side so he could start lapping.
"Hey!" Mistoffelees stepped back primly as spilt cream trickled over the edge and just missed splattering all over his lovely black coat. "Why didn't you get this stuff when the human offered it to you before? Now you've made a mess."
"Didn't want it before," Tugger muttered, lapping busily. After a while he felt full enough to stop and look down at the other cat, who was still looking up at him with quiet excitement. "All right kit – show me what you can do."
Mister Mistoffelees held up a rather disgusting looking beetle with a flourish. "This beetle, a fork and a cork, will now magically change places," he announced, waving his paws in the air then calling "Presto!"
The beetle disappeared and a cork took its place in his paw.
"Where'd the cork come from?" Tugger asked.
"The cooks lemon essence bottle. The one that smells like the rum bottle."
"And the fork?"
"On the lawn."
"And the beetle?"
"SCREEEECH!"
The cook herself suddenly backed into the pantry, holding up her favourite essence bottle in horror, a large beetle waving creepily at her from its spout.
"Ha," Tugger grinned and tried to lick his whiskers clean, but the cream was too thick, he had it smeared all over his face and up to his ears.
The cook looked up at him and stopped screeching at the beetle and started screeching at him. Mistoffelees quietly slipped away as Tugger folded back his ears and hissed while the cook reached for the broom.
The magical cat grinned to himself as he watched Tugger streak away from the pantry, an angry cook in pursuit. Serve the Rum Tum Tugger right for not wanting to see his trick. Now, to find something fun to do. He wondered if he could get Jennyanydots to let him use her trophy cup. He was sure he could, it would make such a wonderful prop for his magic tricks!