Chapter 5: Through Different Eyes

Note: I was debating in my head, about how I should 
approach this chapter.  I wasn’t sure if I should make 
it Chapter 4 from Mungojerrie’s POV, or if it should 
be about the day after Chapter 4.  Since I am 
currently uncomfortable writing dialogue, I have 
decided to write this about Mungo and Jemima’s first 
encounter to their experience on the jump heap to the 
next morning.  This has the potential to be very 
long.  I hope you LOVE it!


Mungojerrie’s eyes slowly sank shut as he watched the 
sun set beyond the Junkyard.  It had been a very long, 
and tiring day.  His thoughts kept drifting back to 
his encounter with Jemima that morning.  He and 
Rumpleteazer had been living amongst the Jellicles for 
many months, but he could never get up enough courage 
to talk to her.  Instead he settled on watching her 
from a far, hoping that one day she would look at him 
like he looked at her.  Mungo was nearly asleep, and 
image of her burned in his brain.  He smiled softly in 
his sleep, as he sank deeper into the clutches of 
sleeps.

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BAM!!!  Mungo jumped to his feet.  He had been having 
the same dream he always had.  Macavity and his dirty 
henchcats had been chasing him and Rumpleteazer down a 
never-ending alley.  Every time he turned around they 
would be a little bit closer until he could feel their 
hot, dangerous breath on their heels.  Mungo had been 
having this nightmare every night since they had left 
Macavity’s lair for good.  He would always awake 
covered in kitty sweat, gasping for breath.  He would 
always check to make sure Rumpleteazer was still 
sleeping comfortably.  Then he would let sleep 
overtake him again.

The Next Morning…

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had been living with 
their human family for a few weeks.  In their time 
there they had been fed regularly and never beaten.  
Even though they were treated so well, signs of their 
past lives still stood out clearly.  They were both 
still remarkably skinny for cats that ate so much, and 
many cuts and bruises were still visible through their 
sleek coats.  Mungojerrie and his sister had decided 
that they were going to leave Macavity and join a 
tribe they had heard about recently.

They new the Junkyard was only a few blocks away from 
their home in Victoria grove so one fine, beautiful 
morning they set out to join this tribe.  They had 
heard about the tribe from Macavity many times.  He 
would talk about what a group of pathetic cats lived 
there.  Macavity had never loved, or been loved, so he 
didn’t see how a group of cats could all care for each 
other as much as the cats in the Jellicle Junkyard.  
Mungojerrie knew instantly that this was the tribe for 
them. 

Mungojerrie felt Rumpleteazer stop walking beside him 
and cautiously sniff the air.  Mungojerrie followed 
suit and smelled what smelled like tons of cats very 
close by.  A small smile crept across Rumple’s face 
since they were so close.  They exchanged an excited 
glance and began to walk hurriedly towards the smell.  
Within moments they were at the entrance of a large 
Junkyard.  All around the Junkyard were pieces of junk 
(appropriate!).  There was an assortment of tunnels 
and trash heaps scattered everywhere.  A large empty 
oven, an old beat up car, and a giant tire made up the 
rest of the space.  Even more interesting then the 
junk were the many cats throughout the junkyard.  
There must have been about a million breeds, the 
majority of which were tabbies.  They were all 
smiling, laughing, working together, and helping each 
other.  A few feet from them a large group of kittens 
were playing a very ruckus game of tag.  Mungojerrie 
and Rumpleteazer were so absorbed with everything 
going on around them that they never saw one kitten's 
eyes rest on them in alarm.

“INTRUDER!” yelled a small tom.  As if in a movie, all 
of the action in the junkyard came to a halt.  The 
kittens stopped playing and laughing, the adults 
stopped working and talking.  Mungo looked confusedly 
at the kittens, wondering why none of them would meet 
his or Rumpleteazer’s eye.  Mungojerrie looked at the 
back of the kitten’s heads when he made eye contact 
with Her.  Immediately his breath caught in his 
throat.  He was even tempted to blink a few times and 
rub his eyes dramatically.  Standing in front of him, 
looking him directly in the eye was the most beautiful 
queen he had ever seen.  Mungojerrie had seen his fair 
share of beautiful queens in his life.  Macavity had 
always been a huge ladies man, and he would only mate 
with the most beautiful queens, but now they looked 
like drooling pollicles in contrast to this beauty.  
There was something about her eyes that made him 
forget about every other queen in the world.

To his pleasure and astonishment, the gorgeous young 
queen started to walk slowly towards him.  A few of 
her friends tried to hold her back, but she ignored 
them and kept walking.  She got closer, and closer 
until the two cats were only inches apart.  She slowly 
raised one tiny paw to stroke his face.

WHAM!!!  Mungo felt like all the wind had been knocked 
out of him and he tried desperately not to slip into 
unconsciousness.  Out of nowhere a large silver and 
black tabby had tackled to him.  His head lolled over 
to the side to look at the young queen.  A queen who 
appeared to be her mother was now holding her 
protectively.  The young queen’s face held a look of 
confusion and exasperation.

“What are you doing?” yelled the young queen to the 
tom sitting on top of Mungo.

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

Her name is Jemima.  What an absolutely incredible 
name.  Jemima and Mungojerrie. Wow! Then Mungo 
began to think a bit more clearly, now it all makes 
sense.  Her father tackled me because he thought I was 
going to harm his kitten.

“He wasn’t trying to hurt me!” Jemima exclaimed, “I 
was the one walking towards him, not the other way 
around.”

At these words, Mungojerrie felt a small smile 
spreading across his face.  The young queen blushed 
slightly when she saw that the smile was for her.

The queen holding Jemima slowly walked towards 
Rumpleteazer.  Mungo could sense Rumple’s body tensing 
even though she was standing a few feet from him.  A 
look of sympathy passed across the queen’s face.  Then 
she began to lightly sniff Rumpleteazer.  Suddenly her 
eyes went wide with shock and she promptly froze.

“MACAVITY!” The queen screamed.  All around him, 
Mungojerrie could see the frightened looks on all of 
the cats’ faces.  They had obviously heard about his 
ex-boss and had obviously heard the truth.  All the 
queens swept their kittens up and carried them to a 
far corner of the junkyard, for protection.  All of 
the toms gathered around Munkustrap, Mungojerrie, and 
Rumpleteazer, and gave the latter two of the three 
menacing stares.  A few even hissed.

The tabby on Mungo’s chest must have felt bad for the 
position they were being put in so he looked down at 
Mungo and asked, “What are your names, and what are 
you doing in the Jellicle Junkyard?”

“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.

“Hello.  I am Munkustrap.  My mate, Demeter, assumes 
that you and your sister are in some way associated 
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 anymore, and that is why we 
are here.  To see if we can start a new life.” Mungo 
answered.

Munkustrap seemed happy with his answer and gave him a 
reassuring smile.  “Will someone go find Old 
Deuteronomy, please?” Munkustrap asked.  Two identical 
cats were sent to find him.  

I wonder who this Old Deuteronomy bloke is?

Munkustrap realised he was still sitting on the new 
tom’s stomach and got up and then helped Mungojerrie 
to his feet.  Mungojerrie looked through the crowd 
happy to see some smiling faces along with some cold 
ones.  Suddenly the beautiful young queen he had seen 
earlier, Jemima, stepped through the circle of males.  
Their eyes locked instantly, a look of pure Happiness 
on her pretty face.  She slowly raised her tiny paw 
and swept it lightly across his slightly bruised 
cheek.  He felt a million nerve endings explode with 
pleasure as he nuzzled gently into her open palm.  He 
felt his eyes gradually sink shut.

A quick “Ahem?” brought them back to reality and they 
quickly broke apart in embarrassment.  Mungojerrie 
felt his face burn with his own blush, and found that 
Jemima’s blush rivalled his own.  A hush fell over the 
crowd as a small black and white tom whispered, “I 
believe it is Old Deuteronomy.”  A large brown and 
grey cat appeared as if conjured out of thin air.  
Immediately all the cats’ attentions turned from him 
and focused on the old cat.  He was met by many joyous 
hugs and kisses from the cats around him.  Old 
Deuteronomy 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.  The giant cat lumbered 
towards Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer.  With his kind, 
old eyes he examined them from every angle, and then 
began to lightly sniff at them.

“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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This was Mungojerrie’s favorite dream.  He had had it 
almost every night since he had come to the Junkyard.  
The sun had almost set while Mungo had slept.  The sky 
was a murky mauve color and the first stars were 
beginning to become visible in the night sky.

Mungo stretched lazily and worked all the kinks out of 
his extremely muscular body.  He glanced around the 
Junkyard to see what the other cats were up to.  
Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be occurring so 
he turned his sights to his favorite part of the 
Junkyard.  The tallest junk heap.  The junk heap 
wasn’t spectacular, although it did offer a fantastic 
view of the Junkyard and the world beyond.  The best 
thing about it was Jemima appeared there every night.

As usual Jemima was atop the junk heap.  She was 
silently viewing the Junkyard and the world beyond.  
The look on her face was so troubled that Mungo was 
sure she was absorbed in deep thoughts.  I wonder 
what’s bothering her.  I wish there was someway I 
could help.  Then Mungo did something he had never 
done before, he got up and began to walk towards 
Jemima.  Up until this moment Mungojerrie had been 
perfectly content to admire Jemima’s beauty from a 
far.  But tonight, there was something about Jemima’s 
troubled face that got to him.  He was near the top of 
the junk heap when he heard her clear, sweet voice 
ring out.

*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 it

Then a new life will begin*

Mungo had heard Jemima sing this song many times 
before, but never so sadly, forlornly, and so dripping 
with emotion.  He wanted so badly to comfort her and 
make her happy again.  He brought one large paw up and 
softly traced it down her spine.  Under his 
outstretched paw Mungo could feel her shiver 
uncontrollably with pleasure.  Jemima slowly swivelled 
until the two were face to face.  Mungo was taken 
aback with the emotions pouring out of Jemima’s 
radiant eyes.  Pain and Sadness were being quickly 
over taken by Love and Pleasure.

As she had so many months before, Jemima reached one 
paw to stroke Mungo’s face softly.  As if by instinct, 
Mungo obediently nuzzled his face into her paw his 
eyes slowly sinking shut.  He felt a deep purr 
erupting from deep within him.  Mungo decided to be 
bold and turned his head so that his lips were lightly 
brushing the palm of her little paw.  He gently placed 
a kiss on her paw.  Jemima’s eyes instantly sank as 
she felt ripples of pleasure radiating through out her 
body.  A small purr from her accompanied Mungojerrie’s 
deep one.  Mungo took her wrist in his paw and 
tenderly started placing kisses along the length of 
her arm.  He was pleased to note that she had already 
craned her neck to the side so he would have easier 
access to it.  While he was kissing along her neck and 
lower jaw, she placed her hands on his chest gently 
playing with the fur there.  If it was even possible 
he began to purr even more deafeningly.

Mungo stopped kissing Jemima took look into her eyes.  
Her eyes were shining and reflected all the love he 
felt for her.  They slowly stepped closer together 
until noses were only a few centimeters apart.  He was 
leaning into kiss her, when she suddenly covered his 
mouth with her own.  This new contact sent wave after 
wave of shivers through Mungo’s body.  He was 
surprised how sweet she tasted, like spring and 
honey.  Mungo gently pressed against her tongue with 
his own, and began to gently massage it.

Mungo urgently wanted to take Jemima’s kitten hood, 
but he wanted it to happen if and when they became 
mates.  He wanted to be with her with the blessing of 
Munkustrap, Demeter, Rumpleteazer, and the rest of the 
tribe.  Mungo knew Jemima felt the same way, and he 
could feel her slowly ending their kiss.

“We can’t do this.” She whispered, her voice full of 
disappointment.

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

“I have to go now, my parents might be worrying.” 
Jemima said quietly.

“I know, Rumpleteazer always gets scared when I’m 
late.  Can I walk you home?” Mungojerrie asked.  He 
saw her face brighten considerably, and his heart 
soared.

“I would like that very much.” Jemima replied shyly.

Mungojerrie instinctively took Jemima’s small hand in 
his much larger one as they began to descend the junk 
heap.  They walked in silence, occasionally looking at 
one another.  As they neared the Old Ford Jemima 
stopped and turned to face him.

“I would like to see you tomorrow, and the day after 
that, and the day after that.” Jemima said shyly.  She 
was glad as well as mortified to share her true 
feelings with Mungo at last.

“Of course, I would like that very much.” Mungo 
replied, large smiles breaking onto both of their 
faces.  

Mungo was at least a head and a half taller than 
Jemima so to kiss properly she had to stand on her 
tiptoes and he had to bend over.  They kissed gently 
one last time before Jemima hesitantly walked towards 
the Old Ford, where her mother and surrogate father 
were waiting.

Mungo could have done thirty back flips, but he was 
content at the moment just to walk to his home in 
Victoria Grove with a huge stupid grin on his 
face!!!!!!

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