Ascencion&Kittens
Munksutrap twiddled his thumbs, waiting for their leader to appear. Alonzo was so nerrvous he couldn’t even flirt. “Hi’s sweetheart,” Bomby toyed.
“Oh, hi Bombalurina.” Bombalurina frowned at her unsuccessfulness. For some reason, Demeter was sweating even though it was a a pretty cool day out. July afternoons were like that sometimes. The kittens, as usual, played Old Deut in their nervousness. “Matty?” Matropolis jumped.
“Oh. Alonzo. Sorry. I’s just, a little nervous.” You see, Old Deuteronomy declared his leave and was going to choose someone to take his position, and then someone to take his position. They all knew Munkus was his decision, but a lot of cats wanted Munkustrap’s position. Alonzo, Tumblebutus, Mistoffelees, Plato, Admetus and, (he he!) Mungojerrie.
“Do you think I can do it?” Alonzo asked for the fifteen-hundreth time.
“Alonzo, I told you. The only cats who could do it is you or Plato. You’ve got fifty fifty. No, eighty-twenty.”
“Who’s got the eighty?”
“Plato.”
“What?!” Alonzo asked. “Why?”
“Plato is older, wiser, stronger and…smarter,” Matropolis said. “I think Plato’ll get it. I’m sorry Al. I don’t think you’re ready. You’re a teenager.” Alonzo nodded and walked away.
Just then, Bill Bailey, who had disappeared sometime ago, turned out to have been visiting Grizabella, came from behind the magical tire. “Attention Jellicles.” They all turned to him. “Old Deuteronomy will peform the ceremony.” Just before he left he whispered “bow!” As Old Deut walked out, they did.Skimbelshanks and Quaxo walked up to him and helped him sit down. They bowed at sat back down.
“Pollicle dogs, and cats all must, Jellicle cats, and dogs all must, like undertakers come to dust,” he recited.
“Memory. Turn your face to the moonlight,” Jemima continued.
“Let your memory lead you,” Electra went on.
“Open up, enter in,” Travie added.
“When you find it, the meaning of what Happiness is,” Electra sang.
“Then a new life,” Etcetra continued on.
“Will begin,” Matropolis smiled as she sang her part. Her firneds smiled, knowing they had done their jobs. They bowed and sat down. Old Deuteronomy smiled at them.
“Theses years have been wonderful to me. I have seen so many wonderful and new cats. This year we have our new additions, Frivilous, Mezoa, Boxer (several girls faint), Quaxo, Sillabub, Buster Britches, Beechgwawk, Chewie, Clifford and Bearicaide. But we mustn’t forget our young new kittens that were born, Matropolis, Travisina, Mr. Mistoffelees Jr., and Rum Tum Tugger Jr.” Old Deuteronomy frowned. “And saddly, we have lost Carbucketty, left for another tribe, and the wonderful Asparagus—the first,” he grinned a bit at the other Asparagus, “has died. We also saying good-bye to Bill Bailey, who has decided to accomplice Grizabella in the Heaviside Layer. She is not coming back.” Everyone frowned. “And now, we choose leaders. I will choose the new Jellicle Leader, and then we will poll on new positions. Our new leader is strong and willing, winderful and protective, he will bring bright things: Munkustrap!” Everyone cheered as he stood up, nearly in tears. He was so happy. Demeter hugged him. Than she ran back to Bomby.
“Now. Let’s poll on who will take his place. Participants?” He didn’t relize they knew Munkus was being chosen. They stepped up. “Kittens?”
“Daylight. See the dew on the Sunflow’r,” Electra began.
“And the rose that is fading,” Etcetra said as passionate as possible.
“Roses wither away,” Travie said realistically.
“Like the sunflow’r, I yearn to turn my face to the dawn,” Jemima sang easily.
“I am waiting,” Sillabub rang out loud and clear.
“For the day,” Matropolis finished. They bowed. The audience clapped. They all wrote their votes (the kittens however, were underage). Pouncival collected them and sorted them out. They counted all up.,br>
“Tumblebutus got 10%,” Jonathan announced.
“Mungojerrie got 8%!” James cheered. Everyone stared at him. He sat back down.
“Alonzo got 22%!” George said as strong as he could.
“Mistoffelees15%!” Pouncival blasted. Everyone covered their ears. Matropolis had to tight, because she was right next to Pouncival.
“Plato got 20%!” Buster declared.
“And Admetus…25%!” Beechgwawk announced.
proudly. Admetus got in fron tof them and bowed. They all clapped.
“There is another announcement. Tumblebrutus and Mistoffelees are becoming a full grown cat this Jellicle Ball!” Old Deuteronomy declared. They all cheered again. Pouncival patted him on the back. And in the middle of a historical moment, being filmed.
“You’ll kick ass as an adult!”
“POUNCIVAL!” the kittens yelled. Just then…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Demeter shrieked. Bombalurina rushed to her aid.
“Demeter, what is it?” she asked.
“Bomby…I’m sorry,” she sounded like she was barely breathing. “I told you Munkustrap and I hadn’t fooled around…but we did. We mated. And now I’m gonna die!” Demeter managed.
“It’s okay Demi. Tugger!” Tugger perked up. He ran over to help deliver. Everyone crowded around.
“Give her air, dipwads!” he instructed. All did except Munksutrap.
“Lemme see her!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. They had never seen Munkustrap like this before.
“Back off,” Tugger repeated.
“No!” he yelled.
“REOWWWWWW!!” Tugger roared long and loud. Everyone jumped. Munkus backed up a little.
“Breathe! Come on!” he urged Demeter. She tried hard.
“Push, honey,” Jennyanydots added.
“AAAAH!” she screamed. Tugger kept helping. Jennyanydots kept instructiong everyone just sat around. While this went on, the kittens got into a big group and started to chat.
“You guys,” Matropolis said.,br>
“Yeah?” they all said. Not in unison, but just the same, they said it.
“I knew they fooled around. I saw them.”
“Disgusting!” Etcetra said.
“Mating isn’t disgusting. It’s a beautiful, wonderful and passionate way to show your love for someone,” Jemima said dreamily. She was dreming of James, her new Tomfriend.
“You’re disgusting!” Pouncival said.
“I’ve mated before,” Jonathan noted.
“You did not!” Pouncival exclaimed to the liar. “You were molested.” Jonathan blushed.
“It was nasty, trust me,” Matty said.
“Tell us allt he juicy details,” Travie said.
“There were a lot of oohs, and ahhs. And sucking sounds. These queer giggles. And then ‘more.’”
“Did you hear a bout Carbucketty?” Pouncival changed the subject. “His Queen dumped him.”
“Why?”
“He fooled around on her.”
“Ooh,” Travie said.
“OH!” cried someone across the junkyard. They all turned around. “There beautiful!” It was Demeter, giving birth to her seventh kitten. And it wasn’t ever yet. “AAAHHH!”
“You were busy, weren’t you?” Alonzo smiled, nudging Munkustrap. He rolled his eyes to Alonzo, knowing what he wanted to hear.
“Yes, we did three times.”
“WHOA! Cassandra and I never did it that many—I mean never did it. Shame on you,” he joked. Matty, Jemiam and Sillabub had heard what he said.
“You mated with Cassandra? That’s more disgustiong than mating itself!” Mtty exclaimed.
“I was drunk!” Alonzo explained.
“It was that one night!” Sillabub realized. Matty agreed. They kept arguing as Demeter pushed out her ninth kitten. And tenth. Eleventh. Twelth.
“LIAR!” Alonzo whispered with a smile at Munkustrap.
“Okay, it was four. I admit it,” he whispered. You can’t say so. I could lose my job.”
“Promise,” Alonzo agreed.
“Mwahhhh!” Demeter shrilly screamed.
“That’s fifteen!” Jenny exclaimed.
“There was more, aunt Jenny!” Tugger called, even though she was right next to him. Demeter pushed number sixteen out. There were so many. Demeter held them all and burst into happy tears. Munksutrap ran over to see his kids a hug his wife.
A week later, Demeter had names for them all.
First was Strapeed. He looked like his father, except he had lighter gray stripes.
Second was Bombashus. She was a reddish queen, looking like her aunt Bombalurina.
Third was Meteress, looking like his Mother, with a bit of green.
Fourth was Bo. He looked like his Uncle Skimbleshanks, a bit lighter fur.
Fifth was Maggie. She looked JUST like her father, only female.
Sixth, seventh and eight were triplets. They had a striking resemblance to Matropolis, Quaxo and Misto. They were named Tropicalee, Waxo, and Midi (he made weird noises).
Nine, ten, eleven and twelve were all little tabbies. Markie was a orange queen. Eliot and Sliden were red queens. And Bitterless was a yellowish Tom.
The thirteenth had a little bit of a mane. So they called hime Rumby, his brother was first to somersault, and was brown and yellowish, named Tumby.
Fifteen was a little Tom who was the runt. They named Biglee.
And last, was a strong, sensative Tom. He seemed to lead the kittens well. They named him Munkustrap III (Munkustrap’s father was named Munkustrap).
