Chapter 4: Young Love

Note:  I thought I would add a chapter about how 
Jemima and Mungojerrie first met.  This chapter will 
be Jemima’s POV, and the next chapter will be Mungo’s 
POV!  I hope you enjoy!


Hours had passed since her encounter with Mungojerrie 
earlier that morning, but she still couldn’t shake the 
feeling direct contact with his body had given her.  
Jemima was laying on the top of the Old Ford in the 
late afternoon sunlight.  The air was growing 
increasingly cold.  Her thoughts drifted to him.  His 
eyes, the way they held hers and reflected all the 
emotions hers held.  She loved the way they crinkled 
when he smiled or laughed.  His face was as strong as 
Munkustrap’s, as handsome as Tugger’s, but with 
something special that was uniquely him. 

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One of the things Jemima most liked to do was think 
about the day Mungojerrie first walked into the 
Junkyard, and into her life.  It had begun like any 
other day in the Jellicle Junkyard.  Jemima had awoken 
in the cozy Old Ford, hung out with her friends, had 
some breakfast, and watched as her friends fawned over 
a still sleeping Tugger.  All around her, the other 
cats were busy with their usual morning activities.  
Munkustrap, Alonzo, and Admetus had thoroughly checked 
through the Junkyard, making sure no intruders had 
trespassed during the night.  Demeter, Bombalurina, 
Cassandra, Tantomile, and Exotica shared the latest 
gossip.  Jennyanydots and Jellylorum were knitting 
busily while making sure everyone had been properly 
fed.  And finally a large group of kittens were 
playing a humongous game of tag near the entrance to 
the Junkyard.

That is when she heard it.  “INTRUDER!” Pouncival’s 
young voice rang out across the Junkyard.  In less 
than half a second all activity in the Junkyard came 
to a screeching halt.  Some cats were left with their 
mouths open from half finished sentences, while others 
were frozen mid action.  Jemima had just pounced on 
Tumblebrutus when she heard the yell.  In her short 
life in the Junkyard there had never been an intruder, 
and she wasn’t exactly sure what the protocol for a 
situation like this was.

Jemima was still sitting motionless on Tumble’s 
stomach when she got her first look at the intruders.  
There were two cats, a tom and queen, standing 
dejectedly only a few feet from the frozen kittens.  
Both cats were extremely thin and each had their fair 
share of cuts and bruises covering their bodies.  
Their fur was the same shades of orange, black, and 
white, but the tom’s coat was a bit darker.  The tom 
looked like he had just stepped out of kitten hood, 
whereas the queen looked to be about Victoria’s age.  

Jemima tore her eyes from the intruders to look at the 
kittens around her.  None of them were looking at the 
two cats, let alone in their direction at all.  Jemima 
knew that she should follow their example but felt 
something about the cats calling to her.  She slowly 
turned around and focused on the tom and looked him 
straight in the eyes.  Suddenly it felt as if her 
heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with the tom.  
She had never seen such warm, expressive eyes before.  
Fear, Nervousness, Hope, Pain, Want shone from the 
deep brown eyes of the tom.  He is the most 
gorgeous tom I have ever seen was her first 
thought.  Even though his face was bruised and far too 
thin for a cat of his size.  She didn’t know the words 
to describe her feelings, she only knew she was in 
love.  Jemima felt like her heart, mind, body, and 
soul were connected to those of the mysterious tom.  
That is when she first noticed her paws moving against 
her own will.

All around her, Jemima’s friends watched in horror as 
she slowly began to approach the tom.  A few tried to 
hold her back, but she absently shrugged them off and 
kept walking.  She was only a few inches from the tom, 
and her arm was raised in an attempt to touch him 
softly, when a streak of silver and black tackled the 
tom roughly.  As if in a dream, all the movements, 
sounds, and feelings came rushing back to Jemima, 
bombarding her senses.  It was then that she first 
felt her mother’s arms encircling her protectively.

A few feet from the group, Jemima could see Munkustrap 
pinning the intruder to the cold ground.  The blow 
hadn’t rendered the tom unconscious like she thought 
it would, but he did look very tired and in pain.  
Then her thoughts came back to her mouth.

“What are you doing?” Jemima demanded of Munkustrap.

“Jemima, do not talk to your father with such 
disrespect.  You should be thanking Munkustrap for 
rescuing you from that tom.” Demeter scolded her 
daughter.

Jemima had never been a difficult kitten.  Quite the 
opposite in fact, she had always respected her elders 
and done exactly what her parents told her to.  But at 
her mother’s statement she felt like she was going to 
explode.  

“He wasn’t trying to hurt me!” Jemima exclaimed, “I 
was the one walking towards him, not the other way 
around.”  At her words Jemima thought she saw a trace 
of a smile on the bruised tom’s face, and her heart 
promptly melted.

Demeter let go of her daughter, and slowly walked 
towards the young queen who had come with the tom.  A 
look of sympathy crossed her face when she saw the 
condition the kitten was in.  She wondered what 
horrible monster would do something so horrible to 
such young cats.  She cautiously sniffed the female 
and smelt something oddly familiar.

“MACAVITY!!!!” screamed a very paranoid Demeter.  At 
this every cat in the Junkyard gasped and ran off to 
find a good hiding place in case the “Napoleon of 
Crime” himself decided to pay them a visit.  Jemima 
was promptly swept up into the arms of her mother and 
was carried to a corner of the Junkyard where most of 
the queens and kittens were huddled together for 
protection.  Most of the toms surrounded Munkustrap 
and the two foreign cats.

Munkustrap was always a cat for reasoning, so he 
gently asked the cats, “What are your names, and what 
are you doing in the Jellicle Junkyard?” 

The horrified look on the queen’s face told him she 
would be of no help so he looked to the tom that was 
still pinned beneath him.

“I’m Mungojerrie, sir, and that there is my sister 
Rumpleteazer.  We came here because we wanted to be 
part of a tribe, and yours is the closest to our 
homes.  We don’t mean to cause any problems, and I’m 
sorry if I upset you or your daughter.  It wasn’t my 
intention.” Mungojerrie calmly stated.

“My mate assumes that you are in someway involved with 
Macavity, is this true?” Munkustrap asked.

“It used to be true.  Our parents abandoned 
Rumpleteazer and me when we were still too young to 
care for ourselves.  Macavity offered to take us in, 
but he made us do jobs for him and he never fed us and 
beat us quite often.  We decided we didn’t want 
anything to do with him any more, and that is why we 
are here.  To see if we can start a new life.” Mungo 
answered.

Munkustrap seemed please with his answer and smiled 
softly.  “Will someone please get Old Deuteronomy?” 
Munkustrap asked.  Coricopat and Tantomile were sent 
to find their fearless leader.  Meanwhile everyone 
started to calm down a bit, and Munkustrap lifted his 
own body off of Mungojerrie.  He helped him to his 
feet, and asked Jennyanydots and Jellylorum to bring 
the two cats some food.

Jemima looked at the group of queens and kittens 
around her and noticed that no one was watching her.  
She slowly crept out of the huddle and made her way 
towards the group of toms.  She stepped between 
Skimbleshanks and Admetus and was soon in the middle 
circle, face to face with Mungojerrie.  Their eyes 
locked instantly and Jemima slowly cocked her head to 
one side.  Now Happiness, Comfort, and Love shone from 
his eyes as he looked at her, the previous 
Nervousness, Fear, and Pain gone.  She slowly brought 
one paw up to brush against his bruised cheek 
lightly.  The fur on his face was much softer than she 
had expected and felt like silk or velvet under her 
paw.  Mungojerrie leaned into her paw, nuzzling his 
face against, his eyes slowly closing shut.  
A quick “Ahem?” brought them back to reality and they 
quickly broke apart in embarrassment.  Jemima blushed 
brightly as did Mungojerrie.  The cats around them 
were giving them some interested and amused looks.  
Thankfully at that moment a hush fell over the crowd 
as Quaxo said in his clear voice, “I believe it is Old 
Deuteronomy.”

Out of nowhere everyone’s favorite cat appeared 
trailed closely by Coricopat and Tantomile.  All the 
cats, other than Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, ran to 
the old cat and showered him with kisses and hugs.  
After a bit of catching up the cats were their usual 
composed selves again.  Old Deuteronomy slowly drew 
his attention to the two cats sitting off to the side.

“I am assuming that these are the cats I was brought 
here to see.” Said Old Deuteronomy.

“Yes they are, father,” Munkustrap replied, “Their 
names are Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer.  They used to 
be agents for Macavity but now want to start a new 
life with us.”

“I see.” Said Old Deuteronomy.  He walked towards the 
two cats and examined them from all sides and sniffed 
at them lightly.  “I see nothing dangerous about them 
at all,” said Old Deuteronomy, “If they would like, I 
would be delighted for them to join the tribe.”

“We would like that very much, thank you sir.” 
Mungojerrie stated.

A big cheer went through the crowd, and everyone was 
really excited, and they had a gigundo fun party.

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During all of her thinking, the sun had set and the 
moon had rose.  Jemima stretched her tired limbs, and 
slowly climbed to her favorite spot in the Junkyard.  
It was large trash heap, and was the highest point in 
the junkyard.  From it Jemima could see everything 
that was happening around her.  Jemima would often 
climb to the top and do her favorite thing in the 
whole world, sing!  Jemima had always loved singing 
because she could express herself with song better 
than she could with words.  She had a high clear 
voice.  Sometimes her songs were sad and slow, and 
other times they were as spontaneous and light as a 
bird chirping in the trees.

When Jemima reached the top of the junk heap she 
looked around and saw many cats lounging in different 
parts of the junkyard.  I wish I could show 
Mungojerrie this place, she thought, and sing 
for him.  I don’t know what happened after that first 
day in the Junkyard.  I felt like we were connected 
but now we hardly say one word to each other.  
Jemima was frustrated by her thoughts, and did the one 
thing that could help de-stress her.  She sang.

* Moonlight

Turn your face to the moonlight

Let your memory lead you

Open up enter in

If you find there the meaning of what happiness is

Then a new life will begin*

Jemima held the last note for a long time, her clear 
young voice resonating through the still night air.  
She was standing her eyes locked on the Junkyard and 
the world beyond it, when suddenly she felt someone’s 
paw run down her spine.  The feeling caused her to 
shiver despite the heat that was rising quickly 
through her body.

She turned around to come face to face with 
Mungojerrie, an unreadable look on his face.  Just as 
she had done the many months ago Jemima slowly raised 
her paw to gently caress his handsome face.  The fur 
on his face was just as she remembered it, soft and 
smooth.  Mungojerrie nuzzled his face into her hand, 
his eyes once again sinking closed.  Mungo moved his 
head so that his mouth was resting gently against the 
palm of her hand.  He hesitantly placed a kiss on her 
hand.  Jemima’s eyes immediately shut as a soft purr 
began from deep inside of her.  Mungo took her wrist 
in one of his large paws and gently began placing soft 
kisses along the length of it.  As his lips got closer 
to her neck she stepped closer to him and craned it so 
he would have wonderful access.

His mouth felt like heaven on earth.  She had 
played “Kissing Tag” with many of the male kittens, 
but their immature sloppy kisses were nothing like 
Mungo’s soft but lust filled ones.  As he continued 
kissing along her neck and lower jaw she moved her 
hands so that they were resting against his muscular 
chest.  She slowly wound her fingers through the hair 
on it, and could feel him shiver and begin to purr.  
His purr was much deeper than hers and seemed to cut 
through the night air.  Mungo stopped kissing Jemima a 
moment to look into her eyes.  Jemima could see 
nothing but Love pouring out of his eyes and she knew 
her eyes reflected the same feeling.  They moved 
towards each other until their lips were only 
centimetres apart.  Their hot breaths mingled together 
as they looked deep into each other’s eyes.  Jemima 
couldn’t stand the tension any more, and quickly 
covered his mouth with her own.  This new sensation 
sent wave after wave of shivers through her body, as 
well as his, and they both began to purr twice as 
loud.  Jemima could feel the heat that had begun in 
her belly radiate throughout her entire body, causing 
her to deepen the kiss even more.  Mungo’s soft tongue 
found hers as they began to massage one another.  
Jemima felt like she was in heaven.

Jemima desperately wanted Mungo to take her kitten 
hood, but didn’t want it to happen like this.  She 
wanted to be with him with the blessing of her parents 
and her tribe members.  She began to pull away, ending 
the kiss.

“We can’t do this.” She whispered, hoping her voice 
didn’t sound as disappointed as she felt.

“I know.” Mungo whispered, his voice thick with lust….


Well!!!!  That was really entertaining to write.  I’m 
not sure if I should turn this into NC-17.  I don’t 
really have much experience writing that kinda stuff.  
This is actually my first love scene ever!  I hope you 
like it!  The next chapter should be up real soon.  I 
don’t know if I should tell this whole story from 
Mungo’s POV, or just move on to the next morning and 
see what happens.  As always Reviews are not only 
appreciated, but I might give you some candy!!!!!

Love, 
Genevieve

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