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Pouncival & Jemima Sitting...On a Chair? Part Three
By Roalee

“Victoria!!” Jemima screeched, as she leapt off the chair and down the side of the pile.

She plowed down Quaxo and Tumblebrutus in her haste to meet her friend. Pouncival noticed Mistoffelees had quickly vanished and reappeared behind the white cat. Victoria smiled fiercely and waited for her excited friend to just about reach her before leaping straight up in the air and coming back down on top of her.

“Dear, you are out of practice,” the pale young queen uttered as Jemima squirmed free.

“Hah! If Quacks and Brute hadn’t gotten in my way, I would have got you,” the young tortoiseshell said as she began to groom her white chest. Victoria chuckled at her friend’s impudence. Jemima finally glanced up and around. “Say, where’s Plato? Doesn’t he usually hang out with you guys?”

Quaxo and Tumblebrutus exchanged looks. They looked at Mistoffelees, who shrugged. Pouncival grinned and told Jemima, “Magic cat here, made him disappear. Oooo, aaahhh. We don’t know where...”

“And don’t much care,” said the black cat under his breath.

Jemima was the only one who laughed. Everyone else looked at Mistoffelees in shock.

Still giggling Jemima asked, “How long has he been gone?”

“A couple of days,” Tumblebrutus said solemnly. Quaxo elbowed him hard. “No, more like a week.”

“It’s actually been ten days,” muttered Mistoffelees. “But who’s counting?”

“Okay, okay...has anyone tried to find him?” the little female asked still amused. She turned to Pouncival for an answer when the others didn’t say anything.

He flinched guiltily when her gaze settled on him and threw an accusing look at his magical friend. “Well...no. Nobody but us know that he’s gone. The rest of the tribe think that he’s off sulking somewhere.” Jemima gave him a reproachful look. “What? We were gonna tell them eventually...I guess,” he trailed off.

“Victoria? How come you didn’t go tell someone?” Jemima asked her white friend reprovingly. Then she turned to her black and white friend. “And you why did you make him disappear in the first place?”

“He was acting like Tugger!” “He was bothering Vicki!” they both said together. In unison they said, “He was being a jerk!” They looked at each other surprised.

“I see...well, I guess he can take care of himself. He is older than most of us by a year.” The little tortie and white kitten wore another mischievous look on her face as she observed her friends Victoria and Mistoffelees together.

Pouncival went up to Mistoffelees and waved a paw in front of his white face. “I think he’s gone...,” he said with a huge grin, “completely mad.” He yelped as his friend zapped him with a tiny bit of blue lightning.

Jemima laughed as Pouncival and Mistoffelees started to tussle. Quaxo and Tumblebrutus joined in the fray. It was a multicolored mound of fighting young tomcats that Victoria gazed upon disapprovingly.

“C’mon, Vicki, let’s go. I’ve so much to catch up on.” Grabbing Victoria’s tail, she tugged slightly to get her attention. The elegant young queen hissed and grinned fiercely.

“Better run, friend. You’re going to pay for that!”

“Ha! Try and catch me!”

Pouncival heard the two little females run off as he swiped playfully at Mistoffelees’ ear. He tried to grab for a tail and failed while fending off the claws of his friends. After much biting and scratching, the fight ended when Tumblebrutus bit Pouncival’s tail.

“That’s a dirty trick to pull, Brutus,” he said as he licked his offended tail. “Only young kittens do that!!” Pouncival accused.

Tumblebrutus just shrugged and gave him an impish grin. “C’mon, Pouncival, we’re not exactly old codgers here.”

As they all groomed themselves, the bicolored young tomcat wondered where Jemima went. He was so glad that she was back. The Junkyard was less exciting without her. He hoped that she wasn’t going to turn out to be one of the Jellicles who spent most of their time in their pet’s home. She didn’t seem the type... at least he didn’t think so. Pouncival’s thoughts were inturrupted by a voice.

“Hi guys. Miss me?”

“By the Moon, Plato!! You’re back!,” Quaxo exclaimed.

Mistoffelees froze, his hind leg still lifted, tongue protruding, mid-groom. Promptly, he disappeared. The remaining tomcats stared at the angry, disheveled, tired-looking Plato as he stood there. He surveyed his friends silently. They began asking questions, curious about what he’d been through.

“What happened?” “Did you hunt?” “Meet anybody interesting?” “Where did Mistoffelees send you?”

The last question was asked by Pouncival. It made Plato’s tail lash angrily. His eyes narrowed and answered, “I was transported way out in the country. It took me forever to get back here,” he hissed. “I’m going to kill that little black and white pipsqueak.”

“Well, okay. I’ll leave you to it,” Pouncival said with a slight chuckle. “But I don’t think it will be tonight. Glad to have you back, Plato. I’ve got to find Jemima.”

He left his friends with a friendly flick of his tail. Behind him he heard from Plato, “Who’s Jemima?”

Pouncival started to track down where the little tortie and white cat went. He passed many of the tribe members, but ignored them to focus in on Jemima’s scent. As he sniffed, he ran. He was running with his nose to the ground when the object of his concentration collided with him.

“Oomph!” he said as the wind was knocked out of him. He toppled as she tumbled into him.

“Pouncival! Outta the way!” She yelled as she shook herself and continued running.

He watched as she ran out of the Junkyard. Then, Victoria skidded to a stop and checked to see if he was hurt. She helped him upright and gave him a quick lick on the cheek.

“Sorry, Pounci. I have to go. See you later.” She sprinted as gracefully and as quickly as she could.

The young tom sat there trying to clear his head as Victoria disappeared. He was surprised that she licked him. He was also surprised when he wished that Jemima had done it instead.

“That kitten is gonna run headlong into a building one of these days if she’s not careful.”

Pouncival shook himself vigorously and decided to go think. He smiled as he thought about how he found Jemima sitting on his chair earlier that night. Now he was going to sit on it, to think about the night’s events.

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