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I hope you like the stories. E-mail any feedback or fanfics to scatflipza@hotmail.com. ::Purrs:: Thanks everybody! | |
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Surprise, Dot! “Oh please, get it right this time,” Jennyanydots prayed quietly to herself. “I want to get back to my windowsill in this lifetime.” She was trying to teach some of the younger cats her Beetles’ Tattoo for the Jellicle Ball, but it looked like she would have been better off with the cockroaches. “Up!” she yelled again. ‘Why me?’ she thought as the kittens straightened... out of sync. “I’ll kill Munkustrap for this,” the Gumbie Cat muttered. “They’re doing very well,” the silver striped tabby in question murmured in Jennyanydots’ ear. She hissed slightly as she witnessed another mistake. “No really, considering the short time they’ve had to practice, they’re remarkably good.” He came around to face her squarely. “Don’t you think so?” Her pupils narrowed slightly and then widened again as she sighed. Her lashing tail stilled as she replied to the younger cat. “I suppose. I just hope they get it down in time for the Ball.” Munkustrap grabbed her long tail and stroked it fondly. “Don’t worry, Dots, with you in charge, they’re sure to have it perfect.” The older cat flicked her leopard spotted tail out of his paws and said good humoredly, “Don’t call me Dots in front of the kittens...they might get ideas.” Then, Jennyanydots noticed one of the kittens wielding his prop in an inappropriate manner. “Pouncival, stop threatening the others with that fork!!” She looked at Munkustrap imploringly. “Help.” He grinned at her and suggested, “Perhaps they just need to play a while. And I don’t think calling you Dots will make them think any less of you. They all adore and respect you. I mean,” the young leader to be stated sincerely, “Without your’s and Jellylorum’s guidance, I know I wouldn’t have turned out so well... and neither will they.” His gaze traveled across the group of kittens waiting for a word from Jennyanydots. He winked at them. The matronly queen shrugged and relented. “Oh all right, that’s all for tonight.” Most of the young ones, especially Pouncival, yowled in excitement and scattered after meowing their thanks. “I think I’ll have Pouncival sit this routine out. He’s just too much.” She sighed again. Shaking her head and giving Munkustrap an affection lick, she toddled off towards her house. “I have to check up on those unmannerly mice, in any case,” she muttered to herself. “Don’t forget to practice your song for Bustopher! He will be there no matter what,” yelled the tiger striped cat just as she was disappearing. He saw she visibly brightened at those words and he smiled to himself. He watched as she completely left the Junkyard. “Okay, she’s left the junkyard. Come out now.” Munkustrap was happily thinking about the surprise he planned for his favorite Gumbie Cat as the kittens emerged from hiding. “Pouncival, please. You have to be on your best behavior, now. She’s thinking of taking you out of the routine.” He eyed at the offending kitten sternly. “Sure thing, Munkustrap. I’ll behave for the rest of the practices,” the young tomcat said with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Uh huh,” the black and silver cat grunted skeptically. “So let’s practice that last bit once more. Remember,” he reminded them as they moved into place, “keep it secret from Jennyanydots. We want her to know how much we appreciate her. And Etcetera, if you even whisper about this, I will personally make sure Tugger never pays attention to you again.” | ||
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