6/1/1999
My name is Jequenia. I’ve lived most of my life as one of Macavity’s henchcats. But that’s in the past. I have to focus on the future. My mission in life: to find the Jellicles. My mother told me when I was a kitten, that I was to become a Jellicle. She told me the road would be tough, as a past as a henchcat, but I was to ride that road, no matter what happened.
Today I found this journal lying in the middle of the street. I picked it up out of curiosity (I know, I know. Curiosity killed the cat. And it almost did. Because there was this car, and the journal was in the middle of the street, ya know...). It had a few entries in it, so I tore them out.
When I got the diary, and after the car went zooming on by, I raced into a nearby alley. I thought I saw this black and white cat dart across the alley. I don’t know. Anyway, I found a few empty boxes. So I put them together and voila! I had a spacious little home.
It’s getting dark now, and I still have to find dinner.
Jequenia
6/2/1999 Today it was really raining hard. I was stuck inside my home almost all day! I was bored, so I tried to make the boxes as homey as possible. So, basically I spent all day on the second floor (second floor, that sounds weird, doesn’t it?). I slept up there, with the rain pounding on the roof.
When I woke up, it was about mid-afternoon. The sun was peeking through the clouds, so I decided to take a little walk. So I hopped out of my cozy little home and trotted down the alley.
I was halfway down the alley, when this really ugly, drooling Pollicle with its Peke friend jumped out in front of me. I hissed at them, and scratched the Peke’s nose. Yowling, it ran down the alleyway. The Pollicle backed away and followed the Peke. Aren’t they such whimps? I continued on my way.
I found nothing down the alley, so I sighed and went to the left. After a while, I heard this commotion. Curious, I climbed up the back of an old stove and saw a group of queens in a circle. They looked like they were on a mouse hunt. This wasn’t interesting, so I looked over to an old tire. There, standing by it, was a gray and black tabby. I gasped. That was Munkustrap, from the Jellicle tribe that my mother had told me about! And on the tire was Old Deuteronomy, the leader of the Jellicles. I had found the Jellicles. Now all I had to do was see if they would except me. I leapt off the stove, and paced back and forth. I was trying to work up the nerve to go up and ask if I could join. Just as I got it, thunder boomed in the distance. Groaning, I felt a raindrop fall on my nose. I turned around and started running back to my home. When I got there, I found that my boxes had been turned over (probably by that Peke and Pollicle) and rain was collecting in them. So I groaned again and curled up behind them. I’m glad this journal didn’t get wet as I wrote in it during the rain.
Jequenia
6/3/1999
Today I went back to the junkyard. There was another commotion going on, and I saw this really, really, REALLY fat black cat walk into the junkyard. He was wearing...spats? Why is a cat wearing spats? I shrugged at this and continued to watch. The fat cat was nearly in hysterics, as he was babbling on about his nephew. The tabby, Munkustrap, was trying to calm him down. “No, I’m sure Mistoffelees didn’t do anything drastic,” Munkustrap was saying. “Now calm down, Bustopher. Misto is probably just wandering around.” I covered my mouth with a paw. This was Bustopher Jones, the St. James Str. cat? Oh, sure, I’ve heard of him, that 25 pounder, but I’ve never SEEN him. He was...fat! I found this very, very funny. Bustopher stared at something in his paw sadly. “I’m afraid I was going to give my Mistoffelees this two lollipops. But now he won’t get them.” Then this young tom shouted, “I’ll have them, BJ!” Then another tom shoved him, and said, “Maybe I want one too, you little furball!” Bustopher looked at them. And for some reason, he looked happy. “I’ll just give these to you two. Please, take them!” The two toms eagerly grabbed them and leapt away. I shook my head and climbed down from my hiding spot. I decided to go back to my home. I had found more boxes, and I put together another home, one more sturdy than the first. I headed home and lay down. I decided to try to get the guts to ask if I could join the Jellicle tribe by the next day or two.
Jequenia
6/4/1999
I haven’t gotten the courage to ask if I could join the Jellicles. Miserably, I sat in my boxes. How was I ever going to join if I didn’t have the nerve to ask? And what if they wanted to know about my past? What would I tell them? What would Old Deuteronomy do? Would they reject me? Those thoughts filled my head as I sat there.
Slowly, I got up. I decided to visit the junkyard again, to get a look at all the cats. So I walked over to the junkyard and climbed on up to my watching place. I could see a small black and white tom walk over to the old pipe and lay down, watching the other cats. There was a Siamese queen that was flirting with another white and black tom. Munkustrap was talking with a queen with tiger stripes and leopard spots. Another queen joined them, holding her sewing in her paw. She was saying something about the Theatre Cat, Gus. I almost laughed. I remembered him! I had seen him in the theatre once. He was very good at Firefrofiddle. I heard a giggle, and then a loud SSHHHH followed it. Curiously, I watched. An orange, white, and black queen stuck her head out from behind the car trunk. A tom that looked almost the same followed her. I gasped silently. That was Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer! I remembered them from working with Macavity! Rumpleteazer had been my friend. She told me that they were going to quit working with Macavity soon. I was happy to see that she actually did quit. After they came out, I decided I had seen enough. I walked back home. I wondered why I had left. Maybe seeing old faces brought too much of my past back. I don’t know. I’ll go back there tomorrow.
Jequenia
6/5/1999
Well, today I didn’t do anything. I just lay in my boxes, bored as a board. While I was lying there, all alone, bored out of my mind, I noticed another home just a little ways from mine. I decided it was a mean, tough old alley cat and I didn’t want to get in its way. So I still lay there. There’s really no point to writing in this, is there? I’ll just go to sleep or something.
Jequenia
6/6/1999
You know that home I told you about? Well, I saw this black and white tom, who was with a very beautiful, young white queen, walk into there. I wondered if they lived there, or if they knew that alley cat that was in there. I shrugged at this, and decided to watch the junkyard again.
I set off, and went to my hiding place as usual. This time, I saw Bustopher Jones and the queen with tiger stripes and leopard spots arguing very, very, VERY loudly about something. I learned during their fight that the queen was Jennyanydots. I decided to watch and listen.
“But Jenny,” Bustopher said. “I was going to give this one to my Mistoffelees, because he didn’t get one a few days ago.”
“You’re not suppose to spoil him!” Jenny yelled. “You can’t keep bringing him treats.....when he isn’t even here!”
Bustopher looked mad. “But I’m suppose to spoil him! He’s my nephew and I’m his uncle! Uncles are suppose to spoil their nephews!”
Now Jennyanydots looked angry. “THAT’S GRANDFATHERS, YOU DOPE! GRANDFATHERS ARE SUPPOSED TO SPOIL THEIR GRANDCHILDREN! AND YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE A GRANDFATHER TO ME!”
Bustopher looked at the lollipop and sighed. “Now what do I do with THIS?” he muttered.
One of the same toms that I saw yesterday pushed his way towards Bustopher. “I’ll have it!” the tom yelled.
“But I just gave you one, Tumblebrutus,” Bustopher said. He hesitated. Tumblebrutus waited, drooling. “Alright, alright! You may have it.” Bustopher handed the lollipop to Tumblebrutus.
I decided that I had seen enough. I dropped down, and walked back to my home.
Jequenia
6/7/1999
I still haven’t worked the nerve up yet! I don’t know how I’ll get in the Jellicle tribe if I don’t ask. I swear to myself, I will go to the junkyard, go straight up to Munkustrap and ask him if I could join the tribe, on the 12th. I swear that. I swear it on...I don’t know what I swear it on. But I WILL do it.
Today I didn’t go back to the junkyard. I just sat in my home like a few days ago. I have to find something that will make my life more interesting.
Jequenia
6/8/1999
You know that little other home I saw and that cat I saw? Well, she had visitors again. I sorta envy her. She has friends, while I sit here, bored like I’ve been for the past week. I saw her visitors. One was a Tom, and one was a Queen. The Tom was a Tux, and the Queen was a beautiful pure white. She reminded me of my mother. That’s what my Mom looked like. I was fighting back the tears the whole time.
I went back to the junkyard after a while. When I got there I saw was Mungojerrie and a Mane Coon. The Mane Coon was laughing and hooting at something. I think it was pretty funny. But at the look on Mungojerrie’s face was priceless. I saw Rumpleteazer looking at Mungojerrie. I think that they’re in love. I think that Mungo is head over heels for Rumple. You can tell by the look in his eyes. I think it’s so beautiful. They’re perfect for each other.
I went back home after watching Mungo and Rumple go into this hiding place that I sometimes used. There’s a passage to the river. It’s really a romantic spot. That’s probably why Rumple dragged Mungo over there. I smiled and left after they disappeared.
After dusk, I decided to go back to the junkyard. When I got there, I saw the Tux that was with the other cat in the alley. He was talking with this other Tom about batteries. The Tux threatened to use the lightning bolt. Then the Tom totally freaked out. He immediately handed batteries to the Tux. The Tom ran off after the Tux had the batteries. I found this funny. I was struggling to hold the laughter in. I like this junkyard.
Jequenia
6/9/1999
I went back to the junkyard today. I don’t know why I keep going back there. I just do. When I went there, I found the Tux and the Tom and another Tom playing cards. I think it was poker or something. The Tux won every round. The two other Toms were complaining about the Tux using his powers. During that card game I learned that the Tux was Mistoffelees and the Toms were Pouncival and Tumblebrutus. “I swear, Misto is using his powers,” Tumblebrutus muttered to Pouncival. “I know,” Pouncival agreed. He thought for a moment. “Hey! Let’s go bug BJ about giving us one of those humungo lollipops!” he suggested. “Good idea,” Tumble said. They ran off.
A commotion could be heard at the other end of the junkyard. I looked, and saw the alley cat lying in a bed, asleep with another cat. But that other cat was awake, and screaming. “MOTHER! THERE’S AN ALLEY CAT IN MY BED!” she screeched. “Oh, she’s our guest,” a Queen with tiger stripes and leopard spots said. “Be nice to her, Jemima.” Jemima stared at the cat. “Our.... guest?” she sputtered. “Yes, dear,” the Queen said. “I can’t live this way!” Jemima exclaimed. She walked away, talking angrily to herself.
I shook my head and walked home. I had seen enough for one day. I hoped that they would accept me that way. Like I belonged.
Jequenia
6/10/1999
I spent most of the day in my home. I didn’t feel like going back to the junkyard. I thinking of the way I would get in the junkyard, how to introduce myself, tell who I was, etc. I was nervous. I had to do this in two days. Two days! And from what I saw there yesterday, they had another new cat. I was starting to think this wasn’t the best idea in the world.
In the afternoon, I decided to get a look at the new cat. So I went to one of my hiding places behind a tree. I saw her, and she saw me. I panicked, and ran back home. I stayed there for the rest of the day.
Jequenia
6/12/1999
Sorry I didn’t write in this yesterday. I spent all of it thinking of how I would go up to Munkustrap and Old Deuteronomy.
I actually did it today! I actually did it! Well, I know there were a few flaws in it, but I did it. I wonder what the whole tribe is like? I know some of them. They’re the ones I’ve been watching and writing about. I think that Munkustrap is pretty nice. And all the other cats that I saw there seemed to be nice too. But I wish that I could’ve seen the kittens. I want to know if there’s anyone my age.
I’m not writing much. Sorry.
Jequenia
6/13/1999
Today was a total waste. I spent the whole day by the river, thinking about what I was going to do. Deuteronomy and Munkustrap seemed to except me, but I’m not all that sure. You could say that I needed a friend at that moment. I was sorta depressed. I was also thinking about what would happen when I told them that I used to be a henchcat. Then what would happen? I had no idea. At night, I went to the junkyard. I didn’t know where I was suppose to sleep, so I went back to the alley. I found my home still there, in perfect condition. I curled up in a ball and looked at the starry sky until I fell asleep.
Jequenia
6/14/1999
I was still in my alley home almost all day. Until Pouncival came and found me. “Hi,” he said. I looked up and saw him standing over me. “Hi,” I told him, putting on this bright smile. “You must be Pouncival,” I said to him. He stared at me like I was crazy. “How’d you know that? Ya know, if you have ESP or something maybe you should meet Tantomile and Coricopat,” he said. I laughed. “No, I’ve just been watching you and your friend Tumblebrutus,” I told him. “You’re really fun to watch.” He seemed to brighten on that compliment. “Oh, I’m Jequenia,” I said to him. “Pretty name,” Pouncival said, staring at me. “Do you want me to show you around the junkyard?” he asked. “Sure,” I said, not feeling very sure at that idea. You see, I wasn’t comfortable around the others. And I didn’t want Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer to be there. But when we got there, nobody else was there. I felt soooo relieved. “Too bad,” Pouncival said, looking disappointed. “That’s okay,” I told him. “You can show me it tomorrow.” He seemed to brighten at that, too. “Okay,” Pouncival said. But by then I was in the shadows, invisible. It was one of the techniques Macavity had taught me. I walked back to the alley. I lay down. Pouncival seemed nice. Maybe everyone would be that way. I sure hoped so.
Jequenia
6/15/1999
I had the time of my life today! It was so fun. I met this other cat, named Jemima. She was really nice. We went to go read some of her Mom’s books. On the way there, we saw Pouncival. “Pouncival!” Jemima shouted. Pouncival looked up and saw Jemima and I walking towards him. “Yo!” he called back. “Where you going?” “We’re gonna read some books,” I answered him. He raised an eyebrow. “Books?” he asked. Jemima nodded. “Can I come too?” he asked. “Sure!” I said. So Pouncival joined us, and we had the best time going through all these books. Now I had two friends, and I was happy with that.
Jequenia
6/17/1999
Sorry I didn’t write yesterday. I was sleeping most of the day, being lazy. But now I’m not so sure I want to write in this today. Let me tell you the story.
I was sitting around in the alley, when Pouncival came by. “Pouncival!” I said. “Hey Jequenia,” he smiled. “Look. There’s something I want...” I paused. I sensed someone close by. “What’s wrong?” Pouncival asked, frowning. “There’s someone over there,” I whispered. I knew it was a Queen, and she had the tiniest presence of Macavity around her. She panicked when I said someone was close by. She disappeared. I sniffed the air, and recognized the scent. It was Demeter. She had lived with Macavity for a very little time, and I saw her in the halls a few times. “Who is it?” Pouncival asked. “Demeter,” I told him. “Demeter,” he hissed. “I’m gonna kill her!” He darted down the alley. He seemed very, very angry.
After a while, Jemima came by. “Is something wrong?” she had asked. “Yeah. Look, there’s something important I need to tell you,” I said. “What?” Jemima said. “I...used to be one of Macavity's henchcats,” I told her. “I need to tell Munkustrap, but I don’t know how or when.” “How about you tell him tomorrow?” Jemima suggested. My head shot up. “Tomorrow?” I exclaimed. “Pouncival and I can go with you,” she said. I relaxed. “Thanks, Jemima,” I said gratefully.
After she left, I sat in my home miserably.
Jequenia
6/18/1999
Oh, man. Jemima didn’t come today, and neither did Pouncival. I was scared when they didn’t come. I was scared that someone else from the junkyard would come and bug me. I was scared that Macavity might come and take me away again. He would torture me, make me tell him all the things I had seen and learned. He would kill me after that, for running away. Oh, man. Tonight and today I live in terror. I hope Jemima and/or Pouncival come here tomorrow.
Jequenia
6/19/1999
They didn’t come today! Now I’m really, really scared. What if Macavity did something? What if he was searching for me in their junkyard? I’d never forgive myself.
As I sat in fright, I saw Saphinora run into her old home in the alley. What is she doing, I thought. She was almost a Jellicle. What went wrong? Maybe I’ll ask her tomorrow.
Jequenia
6/20/1999
This is not good. This is not good. This is bad.
Okay, let me tell you. Pouncival came running into the alley at about noon like his tail was on fire. You would not believe how relieved I was! “Pouncival!” I exclaimed. “No time to talk,” Pouncival said. “Listen. Demeter ratted to Munkustrap on you. She told him that you worked for Macavity, and believe me, you could see the steam coming out of his ears. I’m not joking. He’s really, REALLY mad.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What do we do?” I whispered. “We have to get you out of here,” he said. “I know a place where you can live. It’s near to my home.” Just then, Jemima came hurtling around the corner. “Sorry I didn’t come sooner,” she panted. “What’s it like in the junkyard?” Pouncival asked. “You don’t want to know,” Jemima replied. She turned to me. “I’m so sorry. Demeter just has this thing about Macavity,” she said. “She hates him, and anyone who works for him. You wouldn’t believe how long it took her to get over the fact that Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer used to work for him.” It didn’t sound good. I thought that Demeter was gonna try to KILL me or something. “Let’s go,” Pouncival said. He nuzzled me. Then he took off, and I went with him.
Jequenia
6/21/1999
Today was very nerve-wracking. When I was in my new home, I saw a search party going by my house. I panicked when I saw Mungojerrie with them. He looked around, and met my gaze through the window. Then he turned to the others and said, “She’s not here. Let’s go.” Mungo looked at me one more time and gave me a small smile. I relaxed. I lay on the window seat for a few minutes, then I darted off to find my human Max.
Jequenia
6/22/1999
Pouncival and Jemima visited me today. They really seem to care about me. I like that! And Pouncival really seems to like me. That makes you think...
Nothing happened. Max brushed me and fed me and played with me. I’m beginning to really like it here.
Jequenia
6/23/1999
Today was boring. Except for the fact that Max had a friend over today and he kept petting me. I like this guy! But after a while, it got sorta boring. So I went up to Max’s room and slept.
Jequenia
6/24/1999
I HATE LIVING IN A HOUSE! It’s so boring! There’s never enough to do, and humans think that all we do is sit around and play with yarn. AHHHHHH!!!!
Jequenia
P.S. Sorry about that outburst. I had to get it out.
6/25/1999
Well, today wasn’t boring. Demeter came by today (the cat that hates my guts). She talked to me, and apologized. She told me that she was going to talk to Munkustrap and try to convince him if I could be part of the tribe.
That’s all that happened. These entries are getting shorter and shorter, huh?
Jequenia
6/26/1999
Jemima visited me today. She asked why I looked so happy. I told her that Demeter came by yesterday and apologized. I also said that Demeter was going to talk to Munkustrap. Jemima looked surprised. I guess it’s because maybe Demeter isn’t the kind of cat that would do that. I don’t know. I wonder how it’s going?
Jequenia
6/27/1999
Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man. I am soooooo nervous! I might actually get to be a Jellicle! Oh man. I’m too nervous to write.
Jequenia
6/28/1999
Saphinora came to talk to me today. That eased my nerves a little. She told me that she knew how I was feeling. Then we talked about our lives. I think Saphinora’s really nice. I hope she’ll be my friend.
Jequenia
6/29/1999
I am now a Jellicle. WHOOPEE!!!!!!!!!! OH YEAH!!!!!! I actually did it! Yes!
Okay. I’m settled.
Pouncival came to tell me the good news. He was bouncing all the way down the street and back to the junkyard. I think his energy is WAY up. Is that good, or bad? Do I really want to find out the answer to that question?
Jequenia
6/30/1999
I’m having a great time with Pouncival. We’ve been staying up at night and bouncing on all those mattresses he and Tumblebrutus have. I’ve been talking to Tumble and he seems nice. Almost exactly like Pouncival, but nice (I think Pounce is jealous that I’m talking to Tumble).
You all know the Rum Tum Tugger. I saw him for the first time today (okay, so not the first time. He was the Mane Coon with Mungojerrie on the 8th). He expects me to fall for him and be in his fan club. I don’t see what the big deal is. He’s just a Tom with big fur that likes to swing his butt. Okay, that wasn’t nice. But oh well. I’ll deal with that problem sometime.
Jequenia
7/1/1999
Everyone’s been telling me about this holiday this month. The 4th of July. I don’t know what it is, exactly. Macavity never let us stay out on that night. Jemima and Pouncival have been explaining everything about it. They say there are these bombs called fireworks, and humans shoot them into the sky and they exploded into colors and shapes. I think it sounds pretty cool. I can’t wait! Uh-oh. Here comes Jennyanydots. I think she wants me to clean!
Jequenia
7/2/1999
Man, Jenny sure does love to clean! She had Jemima, Victoria, Electra and Etcetera cleaning today. In the afternoon, she dragged me into it. I don’t think Victoria and Electra like me, but Etcetera was telling me EVERYTHING about the junkyard. But the thing she was yaking about most was the Rum Tum Tugger. I think she has a major, MAJOR crush on him. She’s one of his biggest fans. I don’t get it.
Jequenia
7/3/1999
I think everybody’s caught up in the 4th. Demeter, Victoria, Saphinora, and Rumpleteazer were putting up the crepe paper and making a mess! They were running around, stringing it everywhere while Rumple was hurrying to tape it down. And poor Mistoffelees was walking through the junkyard, when red, white, and blue were wrapped around him and Rumple taped it all down on his fur! It was funny, but I didn’t laugh. I was watching. I wished that I could do that with them. But nobody seems to care except for Jemima and Pounce.
Jequenia
7/4/1999
Today was the best! I love the 4th! It’s fun! The firecrackers are awesome!
Around evening, we started having the food. It was great food, too.
At about 10:00, everyone watched the fireworks. They were so beautiful. I could’ve watched them forever. I wish that the 4th wasn’t only once a year.
There’s another thing: I saw Pouncival watching me. He didn’t know that I was watching him. It was yet another technique Macavity taught me. I think that Pounce has a crush on me. But do I have a crush on him?
Jequenia
7/5/1999
Oooh, Pouncival is gonna get it from Demeter! He’s gonna play this trick on her. He told me all about it (I have to admit, it is a good joke). But Demeter is going to kill him!
Oops. There’s Pouncival. He needs help getting some stuff for the trick. Better go help him before he breaks anything.
Jequenia
7/6/1999
Oh my gosh. Pouncival actually did it! He played the joke! What is he doing now, you ask? Oh, he’s only being chased by a now-rainbow Demeter.
Here’s the joke: In the middle of the night, Pounce snuck into Demeter’s lair. He painted her with washable colors. She looked like a rainbow. And now, she’s chasing him around the junkyard, screaming at him. Pouncival better be careful. Demeter’s gonna come up with this joke. I just know it.
Pouncival! Watch out for those.....CRASH.... garbage cans.
Jequenia
7/7/1999
Thank all goodness that Pouncival has SOME sense. He was building a tall, tall fence around his lair. I helped him, but we made a huge mistake. We trapped ourselves inside. Oops. We spent the rest of the day playing with all this junk that Pounce has in the back of his lair. You would not believe all the things he has! I saw an electric toothbrush, chain saw, VCR without a TV, some nails, tires, bedposts, all that sort of stuff.
Jequenia
7/8/1999
Well, I’m still stuck in here with Pouncival. He had a plan to build a door, and I’m looking for that chain saw. I can’t find it.....aha! There it is!
Jequenia
7/9/1999
The door is made. Now I can get out of here! Jemima helped with the door. Mungo found an old lock in the alley and gave it to Pouncival. He took it and hammered it onto the door. Now at least he won’t be stuck in there!
Jequenia
7/10/1999
Pouncival, Pouncival, Pouncival. When will you learn that if you want to be safe, the lock doesn’t go on the outside part of the door?
Pounce put the lock on the wrong part of the door. Thankfully, I saw that and told him. He instantly took it down and hammered it on the other side. Good. Now he’ll be safe from Demeter. Now if he’d only remember to lock it......
Jequenia
7/11/1999
Oh man. Pouncival is sooooo mad. Demeter got him good. She and Rumpleteazer, and Saphinora got Pounce with a ton of water balloons at like, the crack of dawn. And it was all because Pouncival forgot to lock the door. And I reminded him a million times, “Pouncival, don’t forget to lock the door.” And he said, “Don’t worry. I won’t forget. You don’t have to keep reminding me.” Well, I did anyway. And it was for nothing. Oh well. Here comes Pouncival. I think he wants to know some jokes.
Jequenia
7/12/1999
Pouncival came back to try and convince me that I should tell him a few good jokes. He never gives up, does he?
I went to the junkyard, and I found it practically empty. Demeter and Saphinora weren’t there. I think they stayed home because they were scared that Pounce would pull the joke. Well, since I didn’t see Jemima or Etcetera, I decided to take a nap. And that’s what I did all day. Slept. Fun, huh?
Jequenia
7/13/1999
I hate today! It’s the 13th! WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!
Us cats hate the 13th. Hey, at least it’s not Friday the 13th. THEN it would be bad.
Pouncival wasn’t around the junkyard. I knew he was planning a joke. So I played with Etcetera and Electra all day. Victoria didn’t exactly join us. She just watched. We were playing freeze tag. Not much fun with only 3 people, but we worked with what we had.
Jequenia
7/14/1999
Pouncival was STILL inside his fort all day. I’m pretty sure he just got a great idea. He’s probably working out the strategy and all that great stuff.
Once again, I didn’t see Jemima. I think she was stuck helping Jennyanydots with the mice or cockroaches. Etcetera and Electra weren’t around today, so I just explored the junkyard. There’s not much there, just in case you care.
Jequenia
7/15/1999
Where is Pouncival? Nobody knows where he is! I ran into Demeter, and she didn’t know where he was either. Neither did Tumble or Plato. But they were cleaning up all those broken balloons, so I guess they didn’t have time to look. I sure hope Pouncival is okay. Because he can be a little stupid sometimes (no offense, Pounce). Like he told me that he messed with alley cats once, and the results were pretty messy. Oh well. Even if he isn’t exactly smart, he IS street smart. Sometimes.
Jequenia
7/16/1999
Jemima came over today, and we talked about Pouncival’s jokes, and if we should help him. I don’t think I should. I still don’t know everybody at the junkyard, and don’t want them to hate me. Once I know them, THEN I can help Pounce with his jokes (maybe). Well, then Jemima and I went to play with Etcetera and Electra. Etcetera couldn’t stop talking! I couldn’t believe it. I never knew there was so much to say! After about an hour and a half, Jemima’s mom came and told her to help her with the mice. She also told Jemima to bring me along. So as I was going with them, I was wondering, “How do you help with mice?” But when I was doing it, it was pretty fun. Jennyanydots saw that I was good with them and that they liked me, and I think she wants me to come more often. I don’t think so!
Jequenia
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