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Pouncival & Jemima Sitting... On a Chair? Part 1
By Roalee

This story is best read after The Naming of Jemima

Someone was sitting on his chair... the old rocking chair that he liked to sit on. He could smell their scent.

“Whoever it is better have a good reason for being there,” he growled. The young tomcat’s building anger blinded him to the fact that the scent was familiar. As he fumed, the hairs along his spine spiked. Tail waving, he stalked upwards, picking his way carefully towards the intruding presence. Luckily, the breeze was blowing towards him, giving him an advantage. As he neared his goal, it finally dawned on him that he knew that scent... and he was going to still do the same thing he was originally going to do. The other cat was sitting, looking up at the moon, unaware of the tomcat sneaking up on her. He lashed his tail once and did the one main reason for his name... he pounced.

“Aiiee!!” “Sillabub!!” the two kittens shrieked at the same time as he came down.

The young tortoiseshell lay stunned for a moment. Then she swatted at the offending tom.

“Pouncival, you gave me such a fright! Get off me, this instant,” she said irritated. “And call me Jemima from now on, please.” She pushed him and she began to fix her fur.

“Where have you been? Why should I call you Jemima? Is that a collar? And what are doing on my chair?” Pouncival excitedly asked of his recently returned friend.

Jemima continued straightening her fur before explaining.

“This spot, your chair, is one of the most comfortable high spots for looking up at the moon in the whole of the Junkyard. I wanted to be close to the moon tonight. Besides...” the kitten said coyly, glancing sideways at the young tom, then looking away. “I knew it would get your attention. The answers to the rest of your questions will have to wait until I can tell everyone. I don’t want to have to tell the story more than once.”

“Oh, dear,” a very graceful Victoria announced suddenly as she walked onto the scene. “Tell us quickly before we get bored.” The 'we' she referred to included Quaxo, Tumblebrutus, and Mr. Mistoffelees. Ignoring the toms, the dignified white cat sat, waiting expectantly. She arched her whiskers, waiting for her friend to speak.

Pouncival noticed as Jemima’s ears swiveled slightly as she saw more of her friends arrive. She licked her whiskers nervously as the crowd grew. As one of the youngest Jellicles, she hadn’t had much experience speaking in front of so many cats. There were many meows of welcome and a general sense of warmth, nevertheless, the young kitten looked to her friend in panic.

“Pouncival, please don’t leave. I can’t be up here by myself,” she whispered.

He flicked his ears in surprise, thinking he heard her wrong. Then he grinned.

“Oh, sure thing, Silla... oops, I mean Jemima. Here, move over,” he responded as he shoved her slightly to sit by her, this action comforting and soothing her nerves.

As they sat there together, sides touching, Pouncival thought of how much he missed her. She had definitely grown in body and spirit the weeks that she was gone. He couldn’t believe how much she seemed to have change. Before, she was always getting chastised by Jellylorum, Jennyanydots, Skimbleshanks, and any other older cat who she thought was bent on spoiling her play. She was sassy and mouthy, rambunctious and troublesome. He thought she was great fun.

“Silly, you’re gonna get us into a heap of trouble,” he told her on more than one occasion.

Pouncival was the only one she allowed to call her Silly. They had been very close ever since he met her. He missed the endless pouncing, wrestling, teasing, and hunting with her. She never took lessons seriously and always found something to distract her and her friends during lectures. The last time they had a lesson together, all the kittens were there with only Jellylorum to watch them. He had been busy with Tumblebrutus and Quaxo, playing with some cards that he found. He was so engrossed with what Quaxo was doing that he didn’t notice when she had gone. Pouncival wondered how he could have been so oblivious.

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