The Rum Tum Tugger Meets His Match
Travie was resting on the car teasing her friend Matropolis, who was doing her chores. Matropolis said, “What fun are we going to have?”
“I don’t know abou tyou, but Boxer is coming into town and I’m meeting him,” Travie responded.
“So what’s so special about Boxer that Rum Tum Tugger isn’t?” Matropolis asked.
“Exactly!” Travie yelled. “They are exactly the same is what the kittens in the Peakles Tribe said.”
“Well, I’m not going! Rum Tum Tugger is one-of-a-kind!” Matropolis defended Rum Tum Tugger.
“Okay, see you later.” Travie waved as she walked towards the Jellicle Gate. One hour later Travie came back with a tall, slick, very cute cat. And as surprised as Matropolis could be, so were the rest of the kittens! Rum Tum Tugger sighed and walked away.
Matropolis could agree Boxer was cute, but she held her ground for The Rum Tum Tugger. “So what is so about him?” she whispered to Travie.
“He has his own song, he is hot, he is a curious cat, he is all black, and the kittens adore him.” Then Travie added, “Need I say more?”
“Well looks aren’t everything, you know!” Matropolis yelled.
“Anyway, he is going to the picnic with me!” Travie said with excitement.
“No, me!” Etcetera yelled.
“No, me!” Rumpelteazer yelled.
“No, with me!” Victoria yelled. She turned around to see Plato glaring at her. “I mean not going with me. I’m going with my Plato, my honeycomb. Oops,” she whispered.
“Over my dead body!” Travie yelled.
“I could make an arrangement!” Tantomile yelled.
Matropolis walked away as Travie and the rest of them fought. She saw The Rum Tum Tugger and tan to him. “Tugger, you look sad. If you need to know, I still think you are top cat around here. I don’t like Boxer one bit. All he is is a black Tugger wannabe. It is one of those phases that ther are going through. They will get over it. Do not worry.” She batted at his ear and ran off. She went home and called Travie, but she and her mom were with Boxer. So she walked to Rumpelteazer place. Her and Rumelteazer were walking and Boxer went one way and Tugger went the other. Rumpelteazer crossed her eyes trying to look at both and rainted trying to decide. “Something is fishy about Boxer. Something is not right,” Matropolis said stepping over Travie and Jemima fighting about Boxer.
Boxer sat back and said, “Girl, girls, you girls can share me.” The girls giggles and Matropolis rolled her eyes. Tugger eyes went all watery.
“Don’t cry, Tugger, I still love you and so do they. Just wait. I’m gonna find out what is wrong with Boxer.”
As weeks went by, Matropolis spent more time on her owner’s computer with her cat files from Scotland yard. Which most files were about Mungoejrrie and Rumpelteazer.
“I found it!” she yelled. Shey waited till the next day to tell Tugger.
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The day of the picnic, Matropolis called Rum Tum Tugger. “What do you mean you’re not coming? You have to! I got something that you’re gonna love about Boxer.” Then Travie called to make sure that she voted for the Cutest Cat, and since Old Deuteronomy was bringing himself to the Heaviside Layer, to vote for new leader too.
Matropolis asked, “Who are the contestants?”
Travie answered, “Boxer, Skimbleshanks, Pouncival and Munkustrap. But the kittens and I agreed to vote for Boxer, and so is my mome, Victoria, Demeter, and—Victor, don’t ask me why. And you are, aren’t you? I mean, Skimbleshanks will falla sleep on the job, Alonzo is just too much of a kid, Pouncival is a kid, and Munkustrap is so serious. And the one of the contestants for the Cutest Cat is Boxer, that of course I will vote for! As long as all of the other kittens, Demeter, Bombalurina and Victoria do. Munkustrap, Tugger, Tugger Jr., Mistoffelees, Misto Jr., and Skimbleshanks are also contestants, but who cares about them? They look like JD, that ugly human I saw. Well, don’t be late, bye!”
“But…” Matropolis protested but it was too late, she already hung up.
Matropolis came to the pinic just in time for Old Deuteronomy to give the Cutest Male Cat Award and claim the Cat God: Boxer. When…
“Wait! I have information about Boxer you might want to know!” Matropolis yelled. “Boxer is not a Jellicle Cat!” The crowd gasped. Travie was dropped from Boxer’s arms as Boxer ran away. All the kittens stopped chasing down the street when Matropolis yelled, “I didn’t find that out, Tugger did!”
“No, I didn’t…” Tugger started to protest, but when he saw girls clawing at each other to get to him, he smiled and said, “or maybe I did,” just as a herd of girls swamped all over him. When you could see Tugger you could see the lip marks where they had kisses him. Matropolis and Travisina smiled.
Then Travie joined in yelling to her mom, “No, he’s mine! You’re too old for him!” Tugger yelled a thank –you to Matropolis, who was doing her chores.
Then she finished. “What are we gonna do now?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m meeting a cat named Taz who is like Tugger as the girls in the Gibbvarley Tribe said. Black, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,” Travie the four blahs were what Matropolis heard because she stopped listening.
“Oh brother, here we go again.,” Matropolis mumbled and walked off to her dinner date with Tugger. He was all hers for a thank you dinner.
Near the end of the date, Matropolis said, “There is a new cat coming to town. Named Taz. HE is supposed to be like you but that’s what they said about Boxer.” Don’t worry is what she was trying to say but Tugger thought she was saying was she didn’t like him anymore.
“That’s it, this dinner date is over!”
Matropolis went over to Travie’s place where she met Taz they talked. She shocked him in the stomach. “You are a lying fool… you… you… you Necavity (Macavity’s nephew), you!”
“You’re right, it is me,” she heard so and tried to tell Travie. But Travie could no tell by Matropolis dancing around the junkyard. So sighing an praying to Munkustrap (the new Cat God) so she wouldn’t get hurt. Jumping on his back, he spun around and took off his costume. It was Necavity.
They had been scamped! Necavaity hit Matropolis and sent her fying across the room. So Travie went out the window to get help. But as she went through the window, Tugger came in the window and knocked Necavity across the room. Necavity ran across the room and slapped Tugger across the cheek and cut it open with his claws. Tugger hissed and sent him flying across the room again. Necavity ran after him at full speed and Tugger yawned and sent and arm out and Necavity ran right into it, knocking himself out.
Matropolis and Tugger hugged and Matropolis said, “Thank you, Tugger.” And Tugger said, “Don’t thank me, thank Travie. When she came through the window and told be about Taz from Gibbvarley, and there is no such tribe, so I knew it was Necavity!” Matropolis passed Travie on the way out an thanked her, and she didn’t have the slightest idea what she was talking about.
