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Victoria’s Not-So-Secret Secret
By Roalee
Best read after Pouncival & Jemima Sitting...On a Chair?

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

“Ha! Try and catch me!”

The two female kittens ran past many Jellicles in the Junkyard with their chase. Surprised yowls and annoyed hisses could be heard where ever Jemima’s path took them. Jellylorum and Jennyanydots looked up from their conversation with Munkustrap when they heard the commotion.

“Well, the yard will be more exciting now that our little devil is back,” Jellylorum said affectionately. “I hope we can take it.” The other two nodded and all three continued their discussion.

“You’re going to get us into trouble, missy!” Victoria yelled as she chased her friend. She didn’t want to admit that she didn’t think she could catch her. Jemima skidded to a halt and tumbled as her white furred friend slammed into her. They finally rolled to a stop, laughing hard. Victoria was so glad that her friend was back, even though she knew she’d be in much more trouble than the past few weeks. Electra and Etcetera were always following the Rum Tum Tugger and the other females were just... older. Having Jemima back was a relief. Jemima was the first to regain her composure. She gave Victoria a questioning look.

“So what’s up with the entourage?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act all innocent! You were with three tomcats.”

“Oh, they tend to follow me around a lot. Plato would have been there too if Misto hadn’t gotten so huffy.” Victoria started grooming her snowy pelt calmly as her friend eyed her.

“And...?” she finally asked, exasperated.

The young white queen continued preening herself and muttered, “Don’t you start in on me too.”

“Victoria!” Jemima whined. “I want to know what’s going on!”

Victoria’s black-tipped ears flattened slightly. She didn’t want to get into this discussion again, but her best friend had asked her a question. She didn’t want to be rude. She forced her ears erect and said, “Let’s go over to my house. That way they won’t follow us.”

“Okay, let’s go! I’ve missed you so much.” Jemima nuzzled her friend and ran ahead. “C’mon, Vicks! Move your tail.”

Her white friend chuckled at her multicolored friend’s boundless enthusiasm. She raced after her. Jemima was giggling as she ran. For a second she looked back and smacked headlong into Pouncival.

“Oomph!” He toppled as she tumbled into him.

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

Victoria skidded and checked to see if the tomcat 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.

“I need to talk to Silla...Jemima, Jemima...I’ve got to remember that. I need to talk to her about her manners,” Victoria muttered as she neared her home.

They raced out of the Junkyard and across the street.

‘Thank the Moon, there aren’t any cars,’ Victoria thought as she reached her friend safely on the other side of the road.

“Homeward bound, are we two kittens. We walk softly without mittens,” Jemima sang as they headed towards their destination.

Victoria shook her head. She chuckled, “You’re so funny, Sill...oops, I mean Jemima. Do I have to call you that? I’m so used to your Particular name.”

“Of course. I just want to get used to Jemima, that’s all. I really like it.”

“Ah, I see. Is your human really the leader of a human tribe?” Victoria asked curiously.

Jemima shook her head. “He has a bunch of friends that respect him. They all like to ride around on these huge, growling machines called hogs. And they all act tough, even though I know for a fact they wouldn’t hurt a fly. Humans call it a gang, I believe.”

“That’s quite remarkable. I doubt I would fit in that scene,” the white cat said as she lifted her head regally. Her crystal studded collar glinted in the streetlight.

“Oh yeah, wait ‘til I’m through with you,” Jemima threatened as she leapt onto her friend. The scuffled around on the sidewalk, rolling through wet spots and trash. They were laughing and meowing when Victoria noticed one of her humans standing at the door, looking worried.

“Jemima,” she hissed. “Look what you’ve done. I’m filthy. They probably won’t even recognize me!”

The little tortie and white cat laughed as they strolled up through the gate and up to the house. The young boy frowned down at the dirty kittens.

“Oh, Victoria! Look at the state of your pelt. You must not come in until you’ve had a wash. That goes for your little friend too. Mum, Victoria’s back and she’s absolutely filthy.”

Victoria hissed at her friend and said, “See, what did I tell you? Now, we’ll probably have a bath thanks to you.”

Jemima shrugged. She started to lick her fur and grimaced. “Yuck.”

“Exactly.”

A large presence loomed over them both. It was the nanny, with some soft rags. She knelt and held out a treat to the two. Jemima stared at it and snatched it quickly, taking care not to harm the human’s waving fingers. The nanny chuckled, “Faith, yer a cheeky little scamp. Victoria, come along and bring your wee friend. Ye need a good scrub.”

Victoria nodded regally and nudged Jemima towards the woman. She gathered them both in the rags and brought them inside.

“See, Mum, she’s covered with grime,” the little boy said as he peered at Victoria. “Why, she’s not even white anymore.”

Victoria covered her head in embarrassment. Jemima wiggled in the rags. The mother put a hand on her son’s head and smiled. She took a look for herself. “Are you sure you’re looking at the correct kitty? There are two there after all.”

As her son nodded his head vigorously, she scratched Victoria behind the ears. The white cat purred.

“Don’t worry, Nanny will clean her up. She’ll be back to her elegant self in no time. Go to bed now. Scoot,” the mother said as she motioned her son up the stairs. “I’ll be up in a second.”

Jemima gave Victoria a playful swat when they were set down on the counter. The nanny filled up a basin with water and got some dry towels ready. The kittens were so intent on their wrestling that they rolled into the side of the basin, causing warm liquid to spill all over them. “That’s one way to have a bath,” the nanny laughed when she turned back to see the commotion. Both kittens stood, shocked and dripping, looking amazingly like drowned rats. The woman, still chortling, bathed them thoroughly and toweled them off. She lightly brushed their dry fur, then carried them to the waiting lady. They were wrapped snugly in one of Victoria’s fleece blankets and brought upstairs.

“Guess who, darling?” the mother said as she presented the freshly cleaned kittens.

“Victoria?” he said sleepily. He stroked her lightly before falling asleep.

She set the bundle down in the basket beside his bed and kissed her young boy good night. “Sleep well, darlings.”

The white kitten gazed at her young human affectionately. Jemima wriggled, impatiently. Victoria frowned at her.

“What am I to do with you?” Victoria asked her friend.

“Play. Hunt. Talk. Yeah, we came here to talk, remember?”

"Yes, I remember. How can I forget with you here to remind me?" Victoria asked rhetorically.

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