Chapter 3: Shared Feelings

Note:  I wanted to say thanks to everyone who 
reviewed my first two chapters.  It meant a lot to 
me.  I would like to encourage anyone who reads this 
to review it and tell me what you think of it, whether 
it is good or bad.  This chapter will be written in 
Mungo’s POV, and the bold words will stand for his 
thoughts.  I hope you enjoy!!!  Oh yeah, and no 
cockney accents.  I might go insane if I have to type 
those!


Mungojerrie dragged his feet through the dirt as he 
and Rumpleteazer made their way to the Jellicle 
Junkyard.  Teazer bounced along a few feet ahead of 
him happily chattering about what the day was to 
bring.  Mungo wasn’t really listening to his little 
sister; he wasn’t paying attention to her at all.  
Instead he would nod his head every couple of minutes 
so Teazer wouldn’t notice his distraction.  In reality 
Mungo was deeply absorbed in his own thoughts.  His 
mind was solely focused on one certain black, brown, 
white, and scarlet queen.

She’s so beautiful, Mungo thought, I just 
wish there was someway I could get the courage to talk 
to her.  But whenever I see her, my mind goes utterly, 
and hopelessly blank when I stare into those deep 
brown, sparkling eyes.  I should have asked her to 
dance at the Ball, but handsomer toms surrounded her 
the entire night.  So instead I ended up dancing with 
my little sister while Tumblebrutus had his paws all 
over her.

Mungo’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he 
realised that they had just entered the Junkyard.  He 
looked around the familiar area, noting the smiling 
faces of his tribe members.  He looked at the giant 
tire where Old Deuteronomy, their great leader, often 
resided.  Mungojerrie’s mind travelled back to the 
days before he and his sister were graciously welcomed 
into the tribe by the wise cat.  They had lived alone 
in the streets, scrounging for food, and sleeping in 
dank, freezing alleyways.  When Macavity had seen them 
in the street, and asked them if they would like to 
come live in his lair the two kits gladly accepted.  
Back then; it had seemed like a dream come true.  They 
would get fed regularly, have a nice warm place to 
sleep, and be around cats who cared for them.  Sadly, 
they soon discovered that Macavity’s intentions had 
not been kind, but sinisterly evil.  He started them 
out doing small jobs for them, here and there.  Then 
they moved onto larger and much more dangerous jobs.  
If the tasks were not performed correctly, they would 
both be subject to a savage beating from the Mystery 
Cat himself.  To compensate for their mistreatment, 
and since they were such good “employees”, Macavity 
pulled a few strings so they could find a permanent 
home with a human family.  Mungo and Rumple found a 
place almost immediately in a rich neighborhood.  

The house was one of the nicest in Victoria Grove.  It 
was tall, straight, and white with perfect green 
shutters at every window.  The lawn was well kept with 
tidy rose bushes along the walk to the front door.  
Inside the house were spacious rooms, richly 
upholstered.  But what caught the sibling’s eye the 
most were the many valuable, shiny items perfect for 
stealing.  It was in the large home in Victoria Grove 
where Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer learned that 
stealing was great fun, as was tormenting their human 
family.  They, shortly after this epiphany, decided to 
leave Macavity for good, and join the Jellicle tribe.

During all this thinking, Mungojerrie had somehow 
managed to make his way to the middle of the junkyard 
without bumping into anyone.  He was a bit tired from 
the long walk to the Junkyard and decided to rest a 
little in a patch of inviting sun.  Rumple sank down 
next to him and continued talking.

“Oh Mungo, Look!  It’s Tugger!” Rumple exclaimed 
breathlessly.

Slowly Mungo changed his position until he was looking 
directly at the large, (devilishly handsome) cat.

As always, he’s surrounded by his whole fan club.  
How come some toms get all the luck!  Mungo could 
clearly see the looks of admiration and affection 
plastered on all the young queens faces.  As usual he 
was surrounded by Victoria, Etcetera, Electra, 
and…..Jemima!  His heart skipped a beat and then sunk 
painfully as he saw the beautiful young queen, 
his beautiful young queen, sitting so closely 
to Tugger that his large body almost completely 
enveloped her petite one.  Mungo had to fight the urge 
to run over to Tugger, rip that confident smirk off 
his face, sweep Jemima up into his strong arms, and 
give her the kiss of her life.  He can get all the 
queens he wants, so why does he have to go after the 
only one I want?  Then as if by the power of 
prayer, Mungo saw the exact thing he needed to see.  A 
look of utter and complete disgust flickered across 
her heavenly face, if only for a second.  It was 
enough to let Mungo know that she hadn’t fallen for 
Tugger’s charms like her friends had.

“Let’s go over and say hi,” suggested Teazer a second 
before she started walking towards the small group, 
giving Mungo no option but to follow.

Hey, Teazer”, said Tugger in his slow sexy drawl, 
while looking her up and down approvingly, “How are 
you beautiful?”  At this Teazer blushed but quickly 
recovered her senses and answered cheekily, “I’m much 
better now that I’ve seen you, Tugger.”  Tugger seemed 
to approve of her answer. 

Mungo watched in disgust as Tugger pushed Jemima away 
from him quite rudely, to make plenty of room for 
Teazer to sit.  Jemima rolled quite a bit before she 
came to a sudden stop right at Mungo’s feet.  He could 
tell she was blushing furiously, and he was sure he 
was too.  He was tempted to take her hand and help her 
to her feet, but was afraid that once he had touched a 
part of her, he wouldn’t be completely satisfied until 
he had touched her entire body.  So instead he 
pretended not to notice her ungraceful landing.
Mungo said hello to Tugger, and each of the girls in 
turn.  He was frightened that his voice wouldn’t work 
when it was time to say hello to Jemima.  Luckily it 
did, but it came out in little more than a whisper.  
He was surprised and pleased to hear her reply in the 
same manner.

Mungojerrie began to feel uncomfortable being the only 
of the six cats to still be standing.  Yet he was 
unsure of where to sit.  He didn’t want to be anywhere 
near Tugger, or Victoria for that matter.  Victoria 
had always looked down at him since he had been 
involved with Macavity.  Mungo finally decided the 
only place to sit was next to Jemima.  As he sat, he 
became aware of her body tensing as he came closer.  
It made him nervous at first, but after a few moments 
she relaxed and most of her previous tension was 
gone.  Mungo was in absolute kitty heaven.  He had 
never sat this close to Jemima, and he was sure he 
would never have a chance to again.  The fur on their 
forearms was nearly touching, and when one of them 
moved slightly, the delicious friction would send 
zillions of sparks through both of their bodies.  
Jemima could barely contain a light sigh every time 
this happened…


I know this is a really bad place to stop, but I feel 
if I continue at the moment this will become NC-17.  
Maybe it will, but not now.  I mean I wrote “delicious 
friction”.  Well if you enjoyed this chapter tell me 
why, if you hated it tell me why also.  All reviews 
are greatly appreciated.

Love, Genevieve!

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