#jemima always knows what plato wants to say without him having to say anything at all

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Half-siblings.

That's it; that's the post.

#extemporize back chat #sister and brother from different mothers #still one of my fav familial hcs #big buddy little buddy vibes fr #jemima always knows what plato wants to say without him having to say anything at all #he's extremely patient with her to an almost fault #i like to think that they weren't *positive* at first that they shared a dad but that they both had suspicions #due to wibbly wobbly corrupted blood stuff #and they weren't directly told (electra included) until later on even long after they'd sussed it out #team you look just like your father and that can occasionally be disheartening depending on who you ask at what time #anyway this post has no point only them <3 #also you like how i have to gif search my own gifs

[sevenkittensinatrenchcoat]

I Sort of Wrote Something Again

So, I wrote a really sad thing about Bustopher and Mistoffelees and for some reason, my stupid brain came up with an even sadder story:

I created an internal monologue of Jemima seeing Macavity for the first time and figuring out that he’s her father and going into the implications of that. Because it’s a bunch of dark themes from the perspective of an innocent child, the tone is all over the place. Jemima, as I apparently write her, also seems to have some issues focusing, because she gets sidetracked into a bunch of little stories about her friends. I also had to come up with what she was going to call everyone, including having her not really know what to call Demeter. She calls Mistoffelees “Misty” though, so that’s a thing now.

Anyway, there are a few content warnings, though it’s all very vague, because it’s from the perspective of someone who doesn’t really know what she’s talking about. Most of it can be explained in the backstory I have for Macavity and Demeter:

Macavity, like most sociopaths, can be very charming at first and Demeter fell for him. But, he began to show his true colors over time and the relationship became abusive. She decided to leave Macavity after getting pregnant, not wanting a kitten to grow up around him. But, because she’s Macavity’s daughter, even if she’s nothing like him, Demeter was never entirely comfortable with Jemima and mostly let her be raised by other cats. It didn’t help that when she was finally beginning to recover, Macavity kidnapped her.

So, there are references to sexual assault, domestic abuse, and the fact that Macavity attacks two of the kittens before his fight with Munkustrap, along with a kitten having something of an identity crisis. There’s also a reference to Victoria and Plato having sex this one time, but I’m not sure if that needs a warning as anything other than maybe a little weird in context.

Okay, without further ado:

Scared of Me: Jemima to Macavity

There’s something different about you. I know Miss Jenny is not my mother. I know Mister Skimble is not my father. We don’t look the same. I spent a lot of time with them whenever they camp out in the junkyard and they treat me like their kitten, but they’ve never claimed to be my parents and I’ve never tried to call them Mother and Father. I wonder what would happen if I did.

I look like Aunt Bomba and Aunt Demeter who live in my house. When I call her Aunt, Demeter looks sad. She’s Mother, but she doesn’t want to talk about it. She said that it’s not because she doesn’t want me, but because Father made her sad and she remembers him when she sees me. She said it’s not my fault and that she wanted to spend more time with me, but then she disappeared for a while and no one would tell me where she went. She just got back tonight and she hasn’t said anything to me yet.

But now I look at you. You don’t look at me. You don’t see me. That’s good. I don’t want you to. You’re being mean. But, when I see your red, I realize that it’s my red. Aunt Demeter, Mother, doesn’t have very much red. But you’re all red, except for your tummy, which white, just like mine. Aunt Demeter is scared of you, more than everyone else. Are you Father? Are you why Mother won’t look at me? You’re mean enough to have done whatever bad thing made her upset. But why would she have a kitten with someone who was mean and made her sad? Maybe she didn’t want a kitten. Did you? Did you want me, Father? Why did you have to hurt Mother like that?

You know, Victoria, she’s my best friend, she’s mated before, just the one time with Plato while we were all napping, and she says that if you don’t do it right, it hurts. Did you hurt Mother like that? That wasn’t very nice! Maybe it was an accident, but then you would’ve said sorry and Mother wouldn’t be scared of you. I’ve been hurt by accident before. Yesterday, Etcetera stepped on my tail. Uncle Tugger was across the street and she wasn’t looking where she was going. Miss Jelly was more mad about it than I was. I knew it was an accident. We all act silly when Uncle Tugger’s around, especially Etcetera.

If you could hear me, you probably wouldn’t care. I’m sorry. I just thought that if you’re my Father, why couldn’t you be like all the other fathers? My friends all have them. Last moon, I slept over with Electra and Uncle Munkustrap is her father and she tells him all about her day, even the boring parts and he listens to all of it. He must think it’s pretty silly. Grown-up stuff is boring to kittens, so it’s probably the same the other way around. Besides, Pouncival falling down isn’t really a good story, because he falls down all the time. Though, when Pouncival fell down on top of Tumble, so that he fell down too and grabbed onto Plato to keep from falling all the way down, but he just pulled him down with him, and then Etcetera tripped over the pile of toms and also fell down, that was pretty funny.

Etcetera just fell down again. It wasn’t an accident this time. Why did you do that, Father? She wasn’t doing anything bad, and even if she was, grown-ups aren’t supposed to hit kittens. Mister Skimble says that adults who hit kittens deserve to be hit themselves. I hope he hits you, though I know that isn’t a very nice thing to hope. Since you grabbed Aunt Demeter and tried to take her away somewhere, I think Uncle Munkustrap is going to hit you now, which is probably a good thing. You’re not gonna hurt Mother ever again.

It’s really not fair, Father. You’re bad, so I don’t get to have a father like the other kits do, and you made Mother so sad that I don’t get to have a mother either! That’s why Miss Jenny and Miss Jelly and Mister Skimble and Uncle Munkustrap let me stay with them so much. I’m kind of like an orphan, I think, even though none of my parents are dead.

And you don’t want me either. You didn’t try to take me away. I don’t want to be taken away and if you tried, I would definitely bite you, but I’d also know that you wanted me. If you didn’t want to have a kitten, why did you mate with Aunt Demeter in the first place? Victoria says that you can sometimes just mate for fun, but I don’t think Aunt Demeter was having fun. Uncle Munkustrap says that having fun by making someone else not have fun is bullying. That’s what he said when Rumpleteazer scared Mistoffelees on purpose so he’d blow something up with his magic. Teazer just wanted to see something blow up, but she probably should’ve just asked. Misty probably would’ve said no, but you don’t always get what you want all the time anyway. Bullying can make someone really sad, so I guess that explains what happened to Aunt Demeter.

I finally got to meet my Father today, but you made a very bad first impression. Shouldn’t a first meeting be something happy? All I know is that you hurt my friends and took my Mother away from me and all for no good reason. And you took Old Deuteronomy away, you tricked us, and now you’ve hurt Uncle Munkustrap, too! I hate to think I was made from you. I was made from Aunt Demeter, too, but both parents make the kitten.

I guess I got all of my black and my good parts from Mother and all of my red and bad parts from you. I think I have a bit more black than red, so maybe I have more good than bad, too. I hope so. I don’t think I’m much like you, but I can be bad sometimes, and maybe that’s the part of me that’s like you. But, we’re all bad sometimes, right? Maybe you’re good sometimes, though it can’t be very often. Were you a good kitten, Father? Could a good kitten still become a bad grown-up?

Everyone’s scared of you, Father, but I think it might be worse that because of you, I’m starting to get scared of me.

#cats musical #cats jemima #macavity #cats demeter #many other cats are mentioned briefly #mister misty mistoffelees #bullying is an understatement but jemima can't think of anything bad enough #where did all this characterization come from?

[theimpossiblescheme]

Of Worried Kittens and Wee Bairns

(I couldn’t not do the Lady and the Tramp scene with Skimble and Asparagus now that the idea was in my head, and @the-cat-at-the-theatre-door has been her usual wonderfully inspirational self, so... here it is!)

Jemima hadn’t been acting like herself all day.  While she and Etcetera were usually the first kittens up every morning, even before Munkustrap and his patrols, today all of them had taken off without her, and she was left sunning herself all alone on the roof of her den.  At first, Skimble didn’t think much of it—the lass had her days when she wanted to be alone for one reason or another, and he’d like to think that he, Jenny, and Jelly had raised the other kittens well enough to respect that. And when he saw Demeter climbing up to keep her company, he assumed all would be well.  But even after everyone came home for the afternoon and Jemima would have plenty of cats to play with, she still kept to herself.  When Plato’s junior hunting party came back with the day’s catch, Electra immediately pounced for the fattest mouse and generously carried it over to her friend… only for Jemima to murmur a no and flop glumly onto her other side.

That was enough to really worry Skimble.  He clambered down from the car boot just in time to hear Electra frantically telling Asparagus, “She hasn’t eaten anything today—I don’t want her to starve!”

Asparagus gently chucked her under the chin before looking up and making eye contact with his mate. “We’ll look after her, dear, don’t you worry.”  Taking the offered mouse from her, he crept closer to Jemima and quietly settled down a few feet away, dropping the fresh kill in front of her.

The soft noise made her jump slightly, and she raised her chin from her front paws.  “Oh… hi, Uncle Gus… you keep it, I’m not hungry.”

“Oh, come on now, Jem, you need to eat.”  He cocked his head down slightly to meet her eyes as Skimble settled down on her other side. “Is something the matter?”

Jemima shrugged, a very small movement of her shoulders.  “I don’t know… it’s… it’s Emily.”

Skimble’s eyes widened a bit at the name of hers and Munkustrap’s owner.  “She hasn’ae been mistreating you, has she?”

“Not… really?  I guess it’s… I guess it’s my fault honestly.”

“Now that’s hard to believe, lassie,” Skimble replied, offended on the kitten’s behalf, but trying not to show it too much in his voice.  “Why, all the times you’ve been travelling with me, I’ve never heard a bad word about you from any human.  What could you have done to bother Emily so much?”

“I don’t know, but I must have done something.  She’s been acting so weird lately… I don’t think she likes me anymore.”  She swiped a paw over her eyes, and Asparagus let out a soft moue of concern, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against his hip.

“It’ll help talking about it, I promise.  That’s what I tell your dad when he’s being a stubborn ass,” he added, prompting a tiny wet laugh out of the kitten in spite of herself.

“I’m gonna tell him you called him that.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be the first time.  Now tell us what’s going on, Jem.”

Jemima hesitated for a moment before swiping another paw over her face and straightening up a bit, tucking herself more snugly against Asparagus’s side as she sat upright.  “Well… you know she’s a writer, right?  She doesn’t write so much anymore—she’s got all these little books that she’s always in the kitchen reading, and sometimes she gets up in the middle of the night to cook or read, and she always comes back smelling… different.  She doesn’t smell like herself anymore.”  She crinkled her nose like she’d just had a pile of dung shoved in her face.

Skimble nodded—that could mean any number of things, in his experience.  “Go on.”

“And she… she doesn’t play with me so much anymore.  Or clean the dirt or give us water… Daddy keeps trying to get her attention, but it never works.  Then the other day Jacob—her mate—came home to see her, and he said… he said ‘Those cats made a mess again.’”  Her eyes brimmed with tears at the memory.  “He called us those cats… he never calls us that.”

“Well, it sounds like Jacob still has some manners to learn,” Asparagus said primly.  “Still… I suppose I wouldn’t hold it against him too much. They’re only humans, after all.”

“Aye.  Remember, it’s yours and your da’s house truly—Jacob and Emily are just keeping it while you’re away.”

Jemima shook her head, still not looking convinced.  “That’s not even the worst part.  Yesterday, Emily had a bunch of her friends over, and they all brought her a bunch of gifts, but none of them said a word to us!  Daddy told me to just leave it be, but… I probably did something bad.” Her ears pinned back and a muscle jumped in her jaw, as if she were afraid of saying what happened out loud.

But Asparagus merely bumped his shoulder gently against hers.  “Better get it off your chest now, dear.”

“I… she was holding some kind of little blanket, and… well, we usually play peek-a-boo with her bedspread in the mornings, so I jumped up and tried to play… and she… she smacked me on the nose and made me get down.  I mean, it… I guess it didn’t really hurt, but she’s never done that before… is that normal… Uncle Gus?  Uncle Skimble?”

So that was it. Skimble caught his mate’s eye over her head, and the two shared a conspiratorial grin.  If they only had a shilling for every time they’d heard this particular song and dance before… and at least it was that and not something much more dire.

“Well now, lassie,” Skimble replied, unable to stifle a chuckle, “I wouldn’ae take it too seriously. After all, it’s… well, it’s a rather delicate time for your Emily.”

“Oh, yes… what is it they call it?  The, ah—the birds and the bees?  Or… the stork?  Has she mentioned anything to you about a stork, Jem?”

“No.”  Jemima looked at him blankly.  “What do bees have to do with it?”

Asparagus gave Skimble a quietly helpless look, and Skimble tried not to sigh, remembering what a difficult time he had giving this talk to Plato when he was Jemima’s age.  “What he’s trying to say is, Emily’s expecting a wee bairn.”

Jemima’s face was even more blank.  “Bairn?”

“He means a baby, Jem,” Asparagus replied quickly, happily relieved to be back on familiar ground.

“Oh… that’s… like a small human, right?”

“Well, yes,” Skimble said after some hesitation, “but it’s a wee bit more complicated than that.”

“They’re much smaller than humans at first,” Asparagus explained.  “When they first come home, they’ll be no bigger than you are now, and they’ll walk on all four feet just like we do.”

“And they make such a fuss,” Skimble tutted, shaking his head.  “They won’t know how to talk like humans do, so they’ll scream and yell at the top of their wee voices every chance they get.  And they grab at your fur and drink up all the milk in the house—I remember when our Abigail was small, she could never get enough to drink.”

“But that sounds horrible!” Jemima, exclaimed, pulling out of Asparagus’s grip and backing away a few inches.  “Why would Emily want a baby if they’re gonna be that much trouble?”

“Well, it’s like Skimble said—it’s only because they don’t know how to talk yet.  And when you can’t talk, everything’s so much more terrifying. You remember when you were small, how big the world was and how scary?”

“Kittens are the same way, lassie, believe me—you should hear the horror stories about your Auntie Bomba.”

“Oh, don’t you remind me.”  Asparagus glared at him with an exaggerated shudder, earning only a laugh from Skimble in return.

The stormclouds had cleared somewhat from Jemima’s expression as she tried to follow what the older toms were saying.  “But… so they’ll grow, right?  They won’t just… do nothing but scream and eat forever?”

“Oh, definitely not. And when they grow up a bit, Emily might finally let you play with them.  It’ll be worth the wait, trust me.”  Asparagus gave her a reassuring smile.  “They’re very sweet.”

“And very very soft,” Skimble added, giving the lass a gentle tap on the nose, finally prompting another smile from her.

“That doesn’t sound so bad… I guess it’ll be all righ—”

“Are you guys talking about babies?”  A loud voice suddenly sounded from above, and all three of them looked up to see…

“Tumblebrutus, what have I told you about eavesdropping?” Asparagus thundered up at him, jabbing an accusing claw in that direction.

But the young tom wasn’t the least bit bothered.  “Pouncival’s humans brought a baby home a few months ago—her name’s Farida, and she’s really fun.”  And with that contribution to the conversation, Tumblebrutus ambled off and disappeared again into the higher rubbish heaps.

Asparagus was shaking his head, but Skimble couldn’t help another laugh.  “Well… there you have it, lassie—the Tumblebrutus Seal of Approval, whatever that might be worth.”

That actually got a giggle out of the kitten, and it was the happiest sound Skimble had heard all day. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Jemima said at last, her eyes bright and her face content at last.  “I’m just glad it means Emily doesn’t hate me.”

“Oh, who could ever hate you?”  Bringing a paw down on her shoulder again, Asparagus playfully jostled her until her smile grew even wider.  “Between you and your dad, your baby’s going to be in the best possible paws.”

“Just remember—give them a few months before playing,” Skimble put in, raising a claw for emphasis. “They’re rather expensive, you know.”

“I know.”  And Jemima butted the side of her head against his paw, nuzzling him and earning an affectionate scratch over her ear in return. “Thank you, you two… we’ll be okay.”

#I had to add a little subversion of Tramp's interruption just to have Tumble burst in and be a little goof for a split second. XD #cats the musical #skimbleshanks #asparagus #jemima #my fanfic #If I'm gonna shamelessly rip off a Disney movie it's gonna be one of my favorites--good artists borrow but great artists steal. XD

[itskateak]

(Preface: this is a really long post as I typed it as I was watching the movie so this is unedited, pure thoughts as I was watching this movie.)

I just started watching the new Cats movie and I’m already having issues with what’s going on

Why did Munk spider man his way down a wall

What’s wrong with Misto

Why don’t they just crawl on their knees Jesus Christ if they weren’t on their toes it would be better

“Are you mean like a minx” that’s not in pitch

ThatS NOT HOW JUMPING WORKS

The choreography is going good though- I knew it would. I’ve worked with that choreographer before.

WHY IS THIS NOW A POP REMIX

I have so many questions

Music is too fast. Tempos are everywhere.

Singing isn’t too bad. I can understand the words better.

Munk is a little too feminine for my taste at the moment but I like his design.

ROMANTICAL CATS (heart hands) IS THE MOST ON BRAND MISTO THING YET

Macavity speaking and singing his own song is disgusting

WHY DO THEY HAVE HUMAN TOES AND FINGERS

Why is everyone bullying Misto

AND HUMAN NOSES

Munk there’s a rhythm to the Naming of Cats. You can’t go off it whole everyone else is on it.

You guys can’t keep a tempo can you

HIS name. HIS.

Munk that’s a little sexual. NO YOU ARE WITH DEMETER STOP

stop cutting the scene up. Just let them dance.

AH REFERENCE TO ORIGINAL CHOREO. I SAW THAT

Misto is on brand except he’s not Misto yet storytellers

Also I’m liking the idea that Victoria is new to everything and the plot is they’re introducing her to the wild and the whole heaviside layer thing

THATS NOT THE MELODY MUNK STOP

they have human eyebrows too what

Munk that note is too high for you

Is Jenny twerking excuse me

JennY IS SUPPOSED TO BE MOTHERLY STOP THAT

that’s also not the melody

The human mice are going to cause nightmares

Wait is Jenny lusting after Munk

Why does he actually look interested

Munk do you have an English accent or American. Please decide.

Jenny that’s not the right notes

HUMAN ROACHES NO

WHY DO THEH HAVE HUMAN FACES

The skiN UNZIPPED OH NO

no one needed that undershot of cockroach crotches

Mm meow

huh what Tugger what was that

Okay Derulo is not bad at all

I’m missing the Tugoffolees banter though

This Tugger is a little gayer than the original

THE NEUTER JOKE OH MY GOD

Tugger is reminding me of Dr. Frank N Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show

Why does he have an English accent though

VictoriaaaaAAAAA? (The TOES)

Jenny’s humor is eh. Don’t see the reason of putting that in.

The ending is pure Tugger though

Not a bad rendition

Grizz isn’t as rough as I imagined her looking

Oh her VOICE

HER VOICE HITS HARD

Who is this cat singing about Grizz (the first) her voice was nice

NO. WHY THE SHORTNESS ON “that”

Munk why did you grab that queen’s head

Edward Hyde is that you?

Jenny stop trying to be the comedy relief you’re too awful at it

Bustopher please STOP singing your own song

PLEASE KIDNAP HER IDRIS ELBA

THANK YOU

I wish they spent more time dancing since that’s really the point of the show and the draw to it.

Bustopher wearing heels? I’m for it. Gay legend.

“Thanks Tugger” stop this whole sequence please

Bustopher is supposed to be a very prim and proper cat. What happened to him

Still can’t get over Idris Elba being in this

THATS NOT THE MELODY OF MUNGOJERRIE AND RUMPLETEAZER

What have thEY DONE TO THE MELODY GOOD GOD

AND THE RHYTHM THEY DESTROYED THE SONG

Oh. Hey that’s pretty neat choreo though

“I bought that for her myself” “hey” “what?”

My brain is rebelling because it’s not right at all in anything I remember

Did Misto just pull a whole femur from his hat

STOP THAT. MISTO LOOKS LIKE A CLOSETED TWINK STUCK IN A STRAIGHT RELATIONSHIP

is he wearing eyeliner

GROWLTIGER IS BACK

I don’t actually know his song so this is new to me

Jenny and Bustopher being comedic relief hurts because they’re not funny

Munk “where have you been?!” Is there a love triangle happening. What happened to Demeter

Also his voice in Deuteronomy is actually really nice

“Sits in the suuun” that was beautiful oh god

Deut looks more like how I imagined Grizz would look

IS THAT DAME JUDI DENCH

I bet she regrets ever saying yes after this.

What cat is randomly wearing a crow skull around their neck. Is that a witch’s cat

JUDI DENCH CAN’T YOU ACTUALLY SING? WHY ARE YOU STRUGGLING

Why are you singing Munk’s line

Oh the Jellicle ball is next let’s go Andy show me that awesome choreo

Asparagus are you okay

Tempo doesn’t exist in this movie does it

Neither does rhythm or time keeping

IS THAT MY BOY SKIMBLESHANKS

Twirly boy Munk

Munk really just wants to be topped doesn’t he

WhAT WAS THAT TWITCHING AND THE PANTING

Andy I love you man but the traditional and classic choreo would’ve worked just as fine

Skimble and Munk being gay

what happened to Plato and why is there something going on with Misto

TUGGER YOU HAD A MOMENT YOU COULD HAVE INTERRUPTED

Ah okay I understand why that happened. No mating dance or slumber party

Cats wearing shoes disgusts me more than the toes

POINTE WITHOUT POINTE SHOESSSS GROSS

honestly? Jellicle ball is disappointing. They just cut the ten minutes of amazing dancing down to like four.

I don’t like the heavy breathing. That’s not something that was ever necessary.

Okay, the end worked okay with the big synchronized dances.

I’m ready for this Memory rendition. Already getting chills.

Those are very human hands

Oh keep with the rhythm I beg of you

Ooh altered verse

Wait that’s jennifer Hudson???

Oh we just removed a whole verse, bridge, and chorus didn’t we.

Sweet moment? See I like Vic reaching for Grizz

Vic gets a song??? Ooh intrigued

I like her voice

I’m going to cry this song is sad and I’m glad she gets a story

Though it’s kind of “you think your life is hard? Mine’s worse” feeling after Memory

Awww I’m gonna cry what a sweetheart what a lovely dear protect her

Ugh meaning of happiness. I hate this song no matter who sings it.

Wait what happened to Rumpus Cat song :( the battle of the pekes and the pollicles

What do you mean you’re about to make the choice

We still have Gus’s song, Misto’s song, and Skimble’s song.

They got Ian McKellen to do this?? How much was he paid

“Cross paws” no stop

Why is Gus singing his own song please don’t

Munk’s face bugs me for some reason

His song always makes me cry for some reason but this is kind of goofy and cute and I love it

Misto in the background is just strange for me

Is he forgetting the words sometimes and mumbling to fill in because goodness

Misto’s so eager to please what a bottom

“Macavityyy” I hate it

Munk starting Skimble’s song has the same energy as Tugger doing Misto’s songs

I’m glad they’ve kept this song the same as it was

Skimble is SO gay oh my god what a classic twink

Oooh I like this addition of the train getting started via tap

I’m actually really liking this rendition and the tap dancing on the the rails

Though the tap continuing when no one is tapping or the rhythm being wrong is uh not good

Such an iconic song and I love the changes in scene

Oh skimble that note was not good

WAIT OKAY THAT WAS MACAVITY’S DOING WITH THE LEVITATION

Oh hi Taylor Swift

Use more breath. Stop doing the pop voice thing. Stop it.

Is Bombi a drug dealer

MISTO BEING TWEAKED ON DRUGS IS THE FUNNIEST GODDAMN THING IVE EVER SEEN IN THIS LIFE

I can say though that what they’ve done to the song is exactly the vibes it needed. Sultry and pushing the boundaries.

Sad there’s not a Demeter.

SORRY MUNK WHAT WAS THAT

I actually rewinded to see what happened there with the martini glass

OKAY MAN NEEDS TO BE TOPPED OH MY GOD

“Green house glass is broken” was changed and that makes me sad

This was a good song for Taylor to show off her vocal prowess but she just didn’t

Why is Macavity naked

Why is he singing his own damn song

PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON

Munk you’re still tweaking out a little

Oh here’s the sleeping orgy

What’s with this drama now with the choice thing

We don’t have Munk’s fight with Macavity. Robbed

VICTORIA YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO GET MISTO OUT THERE. IT HAS TO BE TUGGER

If there are no 23 spins, I’ll throw my phone

Munk that’s gay and I’m here for it. Encourage your twink Misto

“Please don’t make me do this” has phantom vibes

Munk that was a lusty look

Where’s the “ooh ahs”

This is weird without Tugger singing it and being an ego for Misto

Tugger come on. Please save this number.

Victoria I swear to god I will beat you

Why do they have one person on the melody in this. And Derulo going through the stratosphere

WHERE IS THE DANCING >:(

That trombone is playing absolutely nothing in the music at all

DON’T YOU DARE KISS HER

oh here’s the fight music

WHY DID WE UNZIP SKIN AGAIN

oh they used the fight music for the escaping of cats

How much longer is there

Oh there’s the daylight reprise thing

I want to die

To the sun, Vic. To the sun.

Munk, Tugger, be respectful. That’s your mother.

Wait that doesn’t work in this universe because Deut is female.

Oh they gave the Asian cat patterns that resemble tiger stripes hmmmm

Why couldn’t they have just filmed an actual stage version and turned that out

Oh that “smile at the old days” was god awful

How much longer oh god

I’m tired man. I wasted 6 bucks on this

Victoria just stealing Jemima’s parts

“Like a flowER as the dawn is breaking”

Okay here it is

OH COME THROUGH QUEEN. WHOLE FILM IS WORTH THIS CLIMAX

Okay so there are some cats wearing clothes and others not. What are the rules for this universe. Are they naked or are they not.

I have not shed a single tear. Usually I have by now from this show. Not a single tear.

Deut X Grizz is still my favorite ship

Is that the intro to Til I Hear You Sing that I hear. Those F to Gm chords Lloyd Webber loves.

Judi Dench stop trying to sing for the love of god.

Ah yes show off that beautiful ballet dancer that plays Vic

Aww Munk bowing to Grizz

Oh so it’s a chandelier this time and not a tire

Where’d Macavity and Bombi go

Oh there he is. What a child. Hate that.

BUSTOPHER CONFIRMED A GAY ICON

Deut being a proud mother to Munk is cute with the hands on the shoulder

Why are we reprising the first song

Also Air balloon.

WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME JUDI DENCH

why are they all staring so intently at her too wait

Munk looks like someone is touching him inappropriately this whole scene.

Munk and Misto looking at each other

MUNK STOPPPP JESUS CHRIST DO YOU NEED TO BE REMOVED FROM THE SITUATION

The choreography doesn’t even match the beat of the song. Huh???

Misto you’re gay stop

Munk and Misto looking at each other and the shy glances away

So Grizz gets hot air balloned to death is that what I’m seeing

Oh it’s over okay

I want to cry.

It’s not as bad as I heard. Once you got used to the way things looked and just let things happen and say it might as well happen, it became a bit more enjoyable.

It’s still god awful though and let’s pray the furries never get ahold of it.

#katetalks #ren live blogs #shitpost #cats #cats 2019 #cats the musical #im so sorrh for sich a long post but thoughts man thoughts

[magical-marvelous-mistoffelees]

My Cats headcannons that nobody asked for

Any content is good content, in my opinion. Please enjoy and remember everyone has different ideas and opinions!

General

Most of the Jellicle are outdoor cats, and have human homes. However, they all spend a lot of time in the junkyard, and some even choose to also have dens there. 

Victoria

She is Mistoffelees’ sister, and is mute/partially deaf.

She is not magical like her brother, or psychic like Coricopat and Tantomile, but she and Misto have always been able to understand each other, even without speaking.

She gave Quaxo the nickname Mistoffelees. (More on that below)

Her mate is Plato.

Both she and Misto were not born directly into the tribe, but they are still Jellicles. Bustopher brought them to the tribe after their mother died, because he even though he loves them, he could not care for them himself.

Grizabella

Grizabella’s kits are Demeter and Bomba.

The reason she was exiled was because when Macavity attacked the junkyard, several years before the present time, he also attacked her and her kits. Grizabella only defended herself and allowed him to take Demeter, who wasn’t an adult yet or necessarily capable of fighting for herself. 

She left with her head held high, thinking she’d be just as successful anywhere else.

Spoiler alert, she wasn’t.

Old D

Munkustrap, Macavity, and Tugger are all his sons.

If Jellicles have up to nine lives, or can only be reborn 8 times, then this is his last life. He knows this, and has only told his sons. Macavity can use this information to his advantage, to possibly attack Old D and finish him off or ambush when Munk is supposed to take over, to take over for himself. This worries his Munk and Tugger, but Old D has faith that Macavity wouldn’t do that to even his own father.

His brother his Gus (after seeing the national tour, nobody can fight me on this).

Macavity

Was exiled after developing his magic in secret and using it to wreck havoc. He burned a good portion of the junkyard and the field behind it, let large, dangerous rats sneak into the junkyard, and tried to fight other Jellicles for no good reason. Old D could not reason with Macavity, and had to banish him for the safety of the tribe.

Stole Demeter when she was still a young kitten, only a few months away from being considered an adult. Initially she was going to be held for ransom, or some sort of trade, but he took special interest in her.

Can change his appearance from dusty ginger tabby to black with dark ginger tufts, similar to how Misto can go from black with white markings to almost fully black. (Basically think 1998 costume compared to the 2016 costume).

Munkustrap

Secretly, Munk is jealous of Tugger’s life. Tugger just gets to strut around and be lazy, whilst he is always working. He is almost envious of all the attention Tugger gets for doing nothing.

Watches over any new Jellicles for the first few months after they join the tribe, and all but officially adopts any new kits that join. Usually an older queen will take care of any new kittens not born into the tribe, but Munk is always around, making sure they’re okay.

The oldest in his litter.

Hates fighting Macavity, because they are brothers, but will do anything to protect his tribe.

Though he’s always exasperated with Tugger’s bullshit, he would kill for his younger brother.

Demeter is his mate, and Jemima is their daughter.

Rum Tum Tugger

Secretly jealous of Munkustrap’s life, because Munk is well respected and strong, while Tugger only has his looks and his ego.

BICON

“Rum Tum Tugger doesn’t care for a cuddle” my ass. He will never admit it, but he adores physical attention of any sort. The only people who know this are his humans, Misto, Old D, Bomba, and Munk. Tugger is unaware that Munk knows this, and Munk will never tell him (to protect Tugger’s ego, of course).

His best friends are Bomba and Misto (who is also his mate).

Tugger’s humans love rock and roll, and hearing rock music around his house and seeing pictures of rockstars inspired his whole act.

Was originally the runt of his litter. He always was (and always will be) very curious, but when he was a kit he was weak and small. He grew up to be a lot bigger, but isn’t as strong as many believe he is. He can hold his own in a fight, due to his size and muscle, but he’s not a trained fighter, and isn’t very agile.

Very insecure about this, and much of his arrogance/ego comes from faking it for so long that it just became a part of him. He loves attention, but worries that he isn’t enough and that people only love him for his outward rockstar persona.

Don’t get me wrong, he can still sometimes be a conceited bitch. But he isn’t shallow.

Quaxo/Mistoffelees

His sister is Victoria, and they seem to have some sort of telepathic way of communicating with each other.

His given name was Quaxo, but one day, he started referring to himself as Mistoffelees. When asked why, he would just say Victoria gave him the magical nickname. No one understands really why or how, but they don’t question it.

Before his number in during the ball, everyone assumed his powers were simple, just tricks of light or occasional levitation. Only Victoria, Old D, and Tugger knew his full capabilities beforehand.

Speaking of Tugger, he and Tugger used to hate each other. Tugger thought he was stuck up and cold, and he thought Tugger was arrogant and stupid. However, one day, Tugger was bothering Misto out of boredom. Wanting to go practice his magic, Misto told Tugger to leave him alone and not to follow him. Tugger obviously followed him (because no one tells him what he can’t do!) and saw Mistoffelees’ true magical capabilities. Tugger was fascinated and quickly took interest in the magic cat. Their friendship grew from there; Tugger realized that Misto was actually pretty badass and understanding, and Misto realized Tugger could be sweet and thoughtful. They later became mates, which, at that point, wasn’t a surprise to anyone. They practically spent all of their time together. Both cats put on a persona on the outside (Tugger being cocky, Misto being aloof), but they support and understand each other when in each other’s company, alone.

Tugger and Misto live in the same human home. Tugger invited Misto to live in with his humans, because Misto was kicked out of his old home due to his owners blaming him for things going missing, things breaking, and things moving as a result of his magic. He loves living with Tugger, but he misses he sister dearly.

Misto is secretly terrified of his powers, and the possibility of losing control over them. He fears Macavity almost as much as Demeter, because he knows Macavity could target him due to having similar magic to the mystery cat. He also fears his magic becoming deadly and accidentally hurting people.

Bombalurina

Most queens, including the younger ones, love Tugger and are fine with fawning over him, but would never see him as being a suitable mate. All except Bombalurina.

She’s initially jealous of Mistoffelees when he first becomes Tugger’s mate, since she had been Tugger’s friend longer and has had several short flings with him.

Eventually she gets over it, and remains close friends with both of them

Fiercely protective of her sister, they even have dens next to each other, just in case Macavity comes back again one night and they need to protect each other

Skimbleshanks/Jennyanydot

If Munk watches over every new kitten that isn’t born into the tribe, then these two adopt every new outside kitten

They took in Victoria and Misto, after they were brought to the tribe by Bustopher, and even though Jerrie and Teazer were a little older when they came, Skimble and Jenny still act like their parents. Jerrie and Teazer would never admit it, but they are eternally grateful.

Jenny doesn’t particularly trust trains, and she gets worried when Skimble is away for longer than they anticipated.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

The crime twins were saved by Macavity from some pollicles that were set upon them by some humans, after a failed burglary attempt.

This indebted them to Macavity, forcing them to work for him. 

They were caught trying to steal from the junkyard by Munk and Alonzo, but after seeing how overworked, underfed, and just plain terrified they were, they were basically adopted on the spot.

They care deeply for everyone in the tribe, and want more than anything to be accepted and included. However, they are both very independent, due to years of only having each other, and many Jellicles, especially the older ones, are wary around them.

Tugger, Skimble, Jenny, and Munk would all die for the twins. 

They live in a super wealthy home, and were last minute Christmas presents. They were practically grabbed off of the street and taken in, but they don’t mind because it gives them shelter and Macavity doesn’t usually go near Victoria Grove.

What do you guys think? Should I post more of these? Expand and talk more about any specific headcannon? Talk about other characters? I hope you enjoyed!

#cats #cats musical #cats na tour 6 #mr mistoffelees #rum tum tugger #munkustrap #old deuteronomy #grizabella #bombalurina #demeter #gus #rumepleteazer #mungojerrie #bustopher jones #skimbleshanks #jennyanydots #victoria #macavity #tuggoffelees #my post

[ask-misto-magichrome]

Question Time part 1

Recently I answered some questions along with my sister @ask-victoria-pastelgoth about being a twin. It's full of revelations all around.

1: Which is the youngest?

Misto: *points over to Victoria* The official baby of the family.

Victoria: yep and I enjoy it for the most part

Misto: she gets away with murder

Victoria: but I’m not allowed a boyfriend

2: Are you identical?

Misto: Except for the biggest obvious difference, yeah pretty much. Same face shapes, same natural hair colour. *mumbles* same height...

Victoria: but technically we are fraternal twins

Misto: ohh technically.

Victoria: *is not amused*

3: What is your twins favourite food?

Misto: The souls of those who have wronged her.

Victoria: *smacks him on the head* idiot, he is obsessed with Coffee if that counts as food.

Misto: I have no idea what you're talking about *sips from an iced latte*

Victoria: meanwhile I have been known to devour anything chocolate *blushes*

Misto: chocolate covered souls.

Victoria: can we please move on to the next question, I feel like I will kill any minute.

4: What is your favourite memory of each other?

Misto: Vic would go to dance lessons then come back and teach me what she learned until they let me go too.

Victoria: *smiling* whenever I felt sad Misto would put on a little magic show for me, even if some of the tricks didn’t work it still put a smile on my face.

5: Who takes more time to get ready?

Misto: *silently sips coffee*

Victoria: that would depend Misto takes at least half an hour for tugger *smirks*

Misto: I do not! Anyway who spends an hour deciding between dresses every date they have? Ohhh do you think he'd prefer the blue or the-

Victoria: *tackles Misto*

6: Name a common friend of yours.

Misto: We have a couple actually. Jemima, Jerrie, Teazer, Plato.

Victoria: I would say Munk but he’s more friends with our older brother. And don’t forget Cettie and Electra

7: What is your favourite film to watch together?

Misto: *glaring at Victoria* Don't you dare.

Victoria: *smirking* I love seeing how worked up you get over it. But Twilight is the last film we would enjoy together, I got bored. However I would say we enjoy watching musicals together.

Misto: I told you to not! And for the record I did not enjoy Twilight. The whole thing is unreasonable!

Victoria: well I only watched it to laugh at it with Jem but apparently these two enjoyed it only I got bored.

Misto: -alive for all eternity and are 100% completely straight! Theres no way!

Victoria: please just move on or we’ll be here all day

8: Who is better at studying?

Misto: Me. Easy. Next question.

Victoria: hold on you only study when it’s something to with magic

Misto: and your notebooks are covered in doodles about all the boys you think are cute. You don't even have colour coordinated notes!

Victoria: I do when we have a test coming up.

Misto: *just stares at her for a second* next question.

9: Who is a better driver?

Misto: Well, Alonzo doesn't like me driving the car. I can't think why.

Victoria: you haven’t passed your driver’s license, me I’m stuck on learner’s. To Alonzo if he can drive we don’t need to know how to.

Misto: my provisional license is mainly used for ID when buying alcohol.

Victoria: So never

10: Who is good at sports?

Misto: er.... is Alonzo an option?

Victoria: our sport of choice is more dancing.

Misto: I'd say it's not as competitive but have you seen some of those dance competitions?

Victoria: some of those guys train to the point of collapse

Misto: Ew

11: Do you have the same personalities?

Misto: Sometimes. Occasionally she's a spoil sport and ruins the fun.

Victoria: sometimes you go overboard with magic

Misto: So you say

Victoria: and Alonzo has said it too

Misto: Yeah coz he's the expert

Victoria: whatever you say

Misto: *mouths know it all.*

12: Do you have any nicknames for each other?

Misto: Vic, Vicky, loser, Oi works a lot too. Darcey Bussell when she screws up a dance move. The Queen.

Victoria: mainly Misto, magic man, wannabe magician when he blows up something.

13: Does your twin have any annoying habits?

Misto: Hogging the bathroom and the tumble dryer. "Borrowing" CDs.

Victoria: spraying glitter everywhere when he does Magic, changing the channel when I’m watching something

14: Whos closest to your parents?

Misto: *Goes silent, just glaring to the side. Refusing to answer*

Victoria: our parents died when we were young, Alonzo says it was a car crash, we were raised by our Uncle Bustopher Jones until Alonzo found a stable home and job and was old enough to look after us. I never knew why Uncle Bustopher only took in Misto and I and not Alonzo.

Misto: *slouched back, arms folded defensively clearly not enjoying listening to this.*

15: Did you ever dress alike?

Misto: Everyone always thought it was cute to put us in matching outfits when we were younger.

Victoria: but now we have very different dressing styles but sometimes we would wear similar outfits, it always got Alonzo to smile.

16: Who loves shopping more?

Misto: Depends what for.

Victoria: if clothes and music then me, if coffee it’s him.

Misto: And stationary. Don't forget The Cupboard.

Victoria: right sorry was he is obsessed with stationary even though you don’t use most of it.

Misto: But it looks pretty!

Victoria: So does my piercings bit you don’t see me getting millions of them.

Misto: Yet.

Victoria: I’ve only got a few in both ears, and in my belly button *turns from Misto since that was something she got without her brothers’ knowledge or permission*

Misto: someone won't be wearing crop tops this summer.

17: What three things do you most commonly fight about?

Misto: we're perfect and never fight. *grin*

Victoria: yep we’re perfect angels

18: Do you share secrets?

Misto: Yeah. No. Kinda? Mostly.

Victoria: mainly we hide secrets together from Alonzo unless there is something Misto isn’t telling me

Misto: I'd never hide anything you need to know. Or anything involving you.

Victoria: okay Misto I believe you.

19: Which is the better cook?

Misto: Me obviously. Cooking is a science after all.

Victoria: if by cooking you mean burning everything to ash. *smirks* I’m the better cook and my food is delicious.

Misto: I do not burn everything to ash! If you're talking about the spaghetti incident, I just forgot to poke it down into the pan and it flopped outside the pan and the stove set it on fire!

Victoria: at that was one time

Misto: I make good coffee its all thats required!

Victoria: for you

20: Whos room is cleaner?

Misto: I couldn't possibly-

Victoria: it’s mine and we both know it, Uncle Bustopher always said it was like walking into a tornado when he described Misto’s room.

Misto: It's not that its messy. There's just... a lot of notes tacked to the wall. Astrological notes, moon phases, crystal properties, herbs... I mean if I'm doing this whole magic thing I might as well go the whole way right?

Victoria: well you are right brother

21: On your birthday do you have one cake or two?

Misto: It's fun to try making one cake with two wildly different themes.

Victoria: yep it always starts off with us making one cake but then something happens and Alonzo just gives us two cupcakes. It’s still fun though.

Misto: yeah we're not really too bothered about cake.

Victoria: yep it’s more about spending the time as family

22: As children did you play with each other or other siblings too?

Misto: For a while Alonzo did play with us.

Victoria: till he was too busy working

Misto: which obviously isn't his fault. Its just a shame. He's always so stressed nowadays.

Victoria: but we just got told that we are going to his university so maybe we could have some time together between classes.

Misto: unless its his academic studies getting in the way there.

23: What is the weirdest thing you did together?

Misto: is it possible to decide on just one, Vic?

Victoria: yeah we got bored easy at our uncle’s and tried a lot of different things.

Misto: Theres always a lot of weird things around his house.

Victoria: yeah breakable things

24: What is the last thing you did together?

Misto: Answer question number 23

Victoria: pretty much yeah.

Misto: you need better questions.

25: Who is more straightforward?

Misto: *Points with a little twirl at Victoria*

Victoria: *scowls at him* okay so I prefer to tell others the truth but I still tell white lies.

Misto: yeah but you get to the point. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. I've been know to skirt around an issue because I don't want to say it outright.

Victoria: like you’re love for Tugger?

Misto: like my- no! Shurrup!

Victoria: you didn’t deny it

Misto: *gives her a glare*

Victoria: *looks back at him bored*

26: What is your favourite thing about your twin?

Misto: She's not taller than me.

Victoria: that he does magic

27: Out of your twins friends who is your least favourite?

Misto: Electra. She's judges me I just know it.

Victoria: just because she quieter than her sister does not mean she judges you.

Misto: She sits there... glaring at me.

Victoria: have you talked to her? Oh and to answer your question Electra’s twin Etcetera she squeals so much

Misto: She really does. Funny I thought youd say Pounce. You said he was a bad influence the other day.

Victoria: yeah but really it doesn’t help that Pounce,Tumble,George and Plato all follow Tugger like fan girls

Misto: whats that got to do with anything? The amount you bring up Tugger, it looks like you have the obsession not me.

Victoria: look I only said Pounce and tumble and George were bad influences on Plato that’s all

28: Whos better at drawing?

Misto: Do doodles of the person you have a crush on that day count as drawing? Coz if so, her.

Victoria: *blushes* I’m not really that good

Misto: definitely better than me though. I don't really have the patience to develop that skill.

Victoria: thanks Misto

Stay tuned for part 2!

#jellicle University rp #question time #get to know

[amethyst-labyrinth]

Under the Jellicle Dawn

Chapter seven,

"Munku!" Demter cried running towards her unconscious tom-friend.

"What is he dead from shock now?" Mistoffelees asked drunkenly.

"What did you do to him?" The yellow queen cried pointing accusatory at the drunken magical little tom.

"Me? Tugger's the one who probably board him to death."

"I did not! If he is dead then it's most likely from the fight with Macavity."

"He's not dead!" Bustopher Jones said. " He's only fainted. See his breath is fogging up the spoon."

"Oh," Mistoffelees said. "Now I'll never get to be the narrator."

Tugger began to slap his brother awake.

"Wha-what happened?" The gray tabby asked groggily.

"You fainted!" Tugger said. "This is why I can never tell you anything, you always over react!"

"You and Quaxo are mates?" he asked his brother.

"Yes, we are mates, we are in love with each other and our love is fabulous!"

"Tugger, do stop shouting, I have a headache," Mistoffelees mumbled as he nuzzled Bustopher Jones for comfort.

"There, there," His uncle said patting him gently on his head whilst glaring at the Rum Tum Tugger.

"Well what about kittens?" Jennyanydots cried. Mating meant you have kittens. Now she knew queens and toms who had been spayed and neutered who were mates, but the idea of two males being mates was so foreign to her that she couldn't wrap her head around it, much less the idea of Tugger settling down. She knew her daughter Bombalurina had hopes of becoming Tugger's mate, Jenny just really couldn't see it, Tugger loved flirting to much and Bomba just wouldn't be able to stand that.

"Look," Tugger began. "Misto and I talked about it when we are both ready, we are going to adopt, or Misto can conjure some up, or he can get himself magically pregnant!" Tugger finished smiling brightly.

"If any cat in our mate-ship is going to get magically pregnant it's going to be you," Mistoffelees said throw gritted teeth.

"Me?" Tugger said making a face. "Why me?"

"You have the hips for it," He told him.

"For what?" Tugger asked.

"Birthing!" Misto shouted before filching and rubbing his temples.

"He dose have a point there," Jennyanydots agreed as Tugger began to examine his own hips.

"Mother!" Bomba shouted her tail switching from side to side with irritation. How could something like this happen? How could The Rum Tum Tugger, her curious beast have a mate? And not just any old mate, a mate who was a tom and just any tom who worship him like say Plato, and who was also tall and good looking in her opinion, not that she thought Quaxo was ugly, she thought he was cute in that endearing sort of way. What Quaxo had gonging for him was that he looked like the poor cat's Bustopher Jones with his overly long white markings on his back paws making him looked like he was wearing white knee socks with a hole in one of them.

How could he attract The Rum Tum Tugger? Sure now in his all black glossy coat, white face and chest he looked suave, but he was still short and, and Quaxo! She could picture him with Victoria or even her own daughter Jemima, but not with Tugger! The only think she could think of that could possibly attract Tugger to him was his magic and if that were the case then it must be an infatuation on Tugger's part.

"Just how long has this mate-ship been going on?" The red queen demanded.

"Since day one," Tugger told her smugly.

"What?" Cried Victoria. "You've been with Tugger all this time! And you never even tried to tell me."

"Don't shout," Mistoffelees said. "Tugger has a self severing memory, we have not been mates from day one. We weren't even friends from day one. Look the reason we didn't tell you yet, is because, because? I don't remember, my head hurts," He said before going back to continue nuzzling his uncle's fur.

"You misunderstand me," Tugger said pulling the both the red and the white queens close to him. Despite both queens being with hurt and angry with him they couldn't find it with in themselves to resist him.

"Some Jellicle moon's ago on a warm summer's day when brother Munkustrap and I were still kittens and we lived at the Vicarage with our father. It was on that day, that Bustopher Jones came to call bringing with him his very young nephew Quaxo on his first outing. At the time I had been the youngest kitten of the tribe and wasn't too pleased that there was someone younger then me, but then my father explained to me that with Quaxo being younger them me, meant that he didn't know as much as I did and I could teach things like how to pounce and hunt leaves and bugs. That idea pleased me immensely so off I went with my new little bubby Quaxo to play. And even though both Quaxo and where far to young to known and understand about romantic love and mates and that other stuff, but even then I knew that there was something about him, something about how annoying he was, something about the way he challenged me then, about how I was just able to talk to him and be myself. It was on that day that I meant my soul mate, best friend and future mate," Tugger finished.

"We never meet as kittens!" Mistoffelees protested.

"We did too!" Tugger said.

"My first outing with Uncle was at the Tomb for rice pudding!" Mistoffelees said before grimacing he shouldn't of shouted and he certainly should've mentioned food, his stomach wasn't feeling too good at the moment.

"No what, Rum Tum Tugger say it true," Bustopher Jones told his nephew. "I did take you to the Vicarage on your first outing and you and Rum Tum Tugger went off too play then afterwards went to the Tomb to eat lunch."

"Mistoffelees, how could you not remember our first meeting?" Tugger asked outraged.

The drunken magical cat, just shrugged not understanding why his mate was so upset.

"Well I for one am hurt!" Tugger said letting go of Victoria and placing his paw on his chest. "I remember our first meeting clearly! You spoke in first person, couldn't get my name right, only wanted to play with my tail, and when you meet Munkustrap you got scared of him and hid behind me because you thought he was a tiger that was going to eat you."

"I just remember the pudding," Mistoffelees said.

"You and your pudding!" Tugger yelled. "Sometimes I think you love rice pudding more then me!"

Skimbles turned to Jenny and Jelly and asked.

"Is it just me or he jealous of a dessert?"

"It's not just you dear," Jenny told her mate, while Jelly shook her head.

"Vicky, sweetie," Tugger said turning to the white cat. "Consider yourself very lucky you're not Quaxo's mate! He is most unromantic cat ever! Not only that he is insensitive, insufferable and insulting! My most precious memory is the first time Quaxo and I meet and he doesn't remember! His most precious memory is probably about rice pudding!"

Victoria blinked she had never seen her adopted uncle act like this before. If she wasn't so heart broken about Quaxo being Tugger's mate she might have this funny. Bomba on the other paw was very amused. It was nice to see the more of Tugger's kittenish side. And judging by the way Tugger was carrying on she doubted he and Quaxo would last much longer.

"He remembers his past lives! But doesn't remember our first meeting? He's a , a, a…jerk!" Tugger said. "Do you hear that Quaxo you are a jerk!"

"You've said enough sir!" Bustopher Jones yelled charging at the Mane Coon. Making poor Mistoffelees to almost fall on his face. Bustopher Jones loved his nephew more then anything and he could not just stand idle by as Rum Tum Tugger insulted him. "The reason why Quaxo dose not remember meeting you as a kitten is because he was not even a full two weeks old yet!"

"What?" Cried both Jenny and Jelly appalled at the idea of a kitten so young going on an outing without his mother, and being left alone with another kitten.

"Oh nothing bad happen to them and Duet and I were with in earshot and eyesight of them! Now as I was saying the first time you met Quaxo, he was barely two weeks old. Now I know it's a bit shocking taking him on an outing at such an early age, but we needed Duet to have a look at him as he was turning out to be quite the prodigy. He was already using words and had named himself and his powers were developing."

"Singular magical powers," Tugger corrected.

"His singular magical powers were developing extraordinarily fast. After all he was able to create an illusion for him to mimic how I looked," The Cat in white spats said with pride. "Well we certainly couldn't have Duet come all the way to Bloomsbury, it would have caused a bit of a fuss. My sister never leaves her human house unless she deems it absolutely necessary and my brother in law had work so I took charge. Now," He said turning to the two older queens. "Dose that answerer all your questions that you were going to ask?"

"Uh, yes I think that covers it. What about you Jelly, dear?" Jennyanydots said rather mystified at the cat about town seemly knowing what she was going to ask.

"Yes that answers everything," She said also mystified.

"And as for why he remember the pudding and not you," Bustopher Jones continued speaking to Tugger. "Is because ever since then I've taken him to Tomb for pudding on all our outings!"

"Humpff!" Was all Tugger could think to say. Bustopher Jones' argument was made sense, but it still hurt that Mistoffelees didn't even remember the tiniest bit of their first meeting.

"I remember the first time we meet," Bomba said to Tugger rubbing sensually against his leg. Before Tugger could respond Mistoffelees moaned. "I'm going to be sick," He said clutching his stomach. In an instant Bustopher Jones was by his nephew's side. He quickly turned him away from the other cats and the rhythmical sound of Mistoffelees throwing up could be heard.

Tugger realizing that his mate was in distress quickly untangled himself from the two queens and run over too where the two tuxedo cats where, but every attempted he made to get on ether side of Mistoffelees was blocked by Bustopher Jones' impeccable back.

"That's it, don't try to fight it. Just cough it all up," Bustopher Jones said comfortingly rubbing the younger cat's back.

"Oh, Uncle I'm a mess," The younger cat said looking down at himself.

"Not to worry my boy. We'll get you cleaned up in no time," Bustopher Jones said as he removed his cravat and Tugger hurriedly removed his bandana, but Bustopher Jones was already clean his nephew up. Tugger sighed dejectedly at not being to be any help to his mate.

"How ashamed you must be of me," Mistoffeless said to his uncle miserably.

"Nonsense, why would I be?" The other tom asked as he continued to clean him up.

"I'm a drunken mess," He sniffed.

"So is Lord Somebody-or-Other every time I see him, why he's the most pickled cat in London."

"Mother and Father are going to be so disappointed in when they find out-out about this," He said hiccupping.

"Why do you say that?"

"You know how Mother feels about drinking and-and the son of a pirate who can't hold his liquor, oh the shame of it," He said as fresh tears began to fall from his eyes.

"They'll understand."

"I'm a terrible role model for my little brothers and sisters, and Tugger's cross with me for something I don't remember doing and I hate it when he's cross with," Mistoffelees said sounding more miserable with every word.

"No, no," Tugger said finally able to get Mistoffelees' side and taking him in his arms. "I'm over it, it's forgotten!"

"You're being moody again," His mate said resting his head his chest.

"Yeah, I knew I'm sorry," Tugger said hoping to calm him down.

"I feel so awful. I just want to lay down and go to sleep," The Magical cat said.

"Then why don't you?" His uncle asked as if specking to a kitten.

"Mother's honor."

"I will restore your mother's honor. You go to sleep."

"But," The younger tom began to protest.

"Quaxo," Bustopher Jones said in his sternest voice causing the young cat to try to stand at attention. "What have your parents always told you to do when you're with me?"

"I have to watch you like a small helpless kitten because if you fall down you're not getting up again without a lot of help," He said automatically.

Skimbles laughed at the remark making both Jenny and Jelly swat him.

"Yes," Said Bustopher Jones. "And Uncle is vary pleased that you made sure I didn't fall during my song. You're a good nephew," He said patting him on the head. "But what else did they say?"

"I have to mind what you say."

"And have you been minding me?"

"No sir," Mistoffelees said softly feeling like he was a little kitten again. "But…"

"Quaxo, your health is more important then your mother's honor and she would be the first to agree with that. Now I want you to go to sleep before you get any more ill."

"Listen to your Uncle," Old Deuteronomy said in his father knows best voice.

Mistoffelees just stared back at his uncle stubbornly. Bustopher Jones sighed he had one more tactic to use and he was loath to use it.

"Quaxo, you don't want Rum Tum Tugger to become cross with you again, do you?" He said in low voice.

"Huh?" Came the twin reply of both mates.

"You are not being very considerate of your mate's feeling," He continued. "Do you think he enjoys seeing you get weaker and sicker as your magic eats away at you because of your own stubborn family pride? Do you think his heart fills with joy at the thought you could die from this?"

"Die?" Tugger squeaked in horror at the thought. Mistoffelees could die from not resting after unplanned magic use? Tugger could barely breath thinking about it. It was just too horrible.

"I'm sure Duet here, could tell all about the pain of when your mates dies, couldn't you old boy?"

The large elderly cat nodded solemnly in response.

"Watching your mate die is even worse I'm sure isn't it?"

Again the Jellicle leader nodded grimly. Tugger didn't understand why his father stopped being so warm and caring, he should be comforting him. Telling him that Mistoffelees would be fine.

"But you're not dying of old age or an incurable illness," The cat about town went on. "It's something you're doing to yourself and you could stop it, if you really cared about your mate. If I were Rum Tum Tugger I should be very cross at you for putting me though this."

Suddenly Tugger caught on to what Bustopher Jones and his father were doing, some sort of emotional blackmail to get Misto to go sleep and with a heavy heart Tugger realized he'd have to play along as Mistoffelees turned his head to look at him. Tugger did his best to look angry with him. It was easy since he was angry at things had gotten so out of hand er paw.

"It wouldn't supersize me if he dropped you right here and now and took up with Miss Bombalurina."

It took all of Tugger's inner will power not to vigorously deny what Bustopher Jones was saying, but he understood and what he was playing at now, the break his heart to save him bit. Tugger prayed to the Everlasting Cat it would and he, himself would not end up with a broken heart because of it.

"She would put his needs above her petty ones."

"T-Tug?" Mistoffelees said ether hesitantly or drunkenly Tugger wasn't quite sure at this point, but he seemed to be waiting for him to say something. Tugger knew what he had to do and he didn't like it one bit. He loosened his hold on his mate and looked over to where the scarlet queen was. Hoping Mistofflees would think he was thinking about leaving him. She was bending over looking down at Munkustrap, who was still on the ground in shock. Well at least he didn't have to pretend to enjoy the view, he always did think Bomba had the best hindquarters out of all the queens.

After what seemed to Tugger like hours, which were of course a minute or two Mistoffeless, sighed dejectedly, shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I'm just too tired. I just, I just…I just want to sleep. I'm going to go to sleep. You…you take of it Uncle."

"Come on I'll carry you back to my den, love buddy," Tugger said getting ready to pick him up.

"I told you never to call me that," Mistofflees said side stepping him. 'Who dose The Rum Tum Tugger think he is anyhow? One minuet thinking about leaving me and then the next calling me a dumb pet name. Jerk!' Mistoffelees thought angrily "And I want to sleep in the sunlight on the car."

Tugger wasn't about to argue with him at this point, if Mistoffelees wanted to sleep in a cabbage patch he's find a way to bring him there.

"Well let carry you to the car then," Tugger said hopefully sensing his mate's anger at him.

"I can mange," Mistoffelees said, though when he did try to take another step he nearly fell over causing the three cats around him franticly grab hold of him to keep him from falling. "The ground is moving on me."

In one quick motion Rum Tum Tugger pick up Mistoffelees and throw him once again over shoulder.

"Don't fight it love buddy, just enjoy the view," Tugger told him as he being walking towards the TSE-1.

"I'll vomit on that view," Mistoffelees grumbled.

"As long as you clean it off afterwards," Tugger relied smugly.

"Bomba can clean it off. You'd like that."

"I would not," Tugger told him not sure if he should be pleased or worried that Mistoffelees was showing signs of jealousy. The magical cat only got jealous over the girl and that was when he thought she was starting to prefer Tugger to him, but never when Tugger paid attention or flirted with over cats which was everyday. Well Tugger would make it up to him he'd give up flirting for a week and try to use the litter box more often. Once they reached the top of the TSE-1 Mistoffelees scrambled off Tugger and began curl up in a tight ball where the sunlight was hitting the roof. Tugger stretch out beside him and gestured for Mistoffelees to curl up next to him.

"The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle," Mistoffelees said as he covered his face with his paws.

"He doesn't mind being a body pillow once and awhile," Tugger told him.

Mistoffelees just breathed slowly though his nose and curled up in an even tighter ball away from him.

Tugger frowned Mistoffelees had to be both really out of it and really mad to pass up a rare chance to cuddle with The Rum Tum Tugger.

Perhaps a nice lullaby would help soothe him? Leaning down Tugger began to sing quietly into his mate's ear.

"Try not to get worried/Try not to turn on to/Problems the upset you/Oh don't you know/Everything's alright/Yes everything's fine/And we want you to sleep well tonight/Let world turn without you tonight/If we try/We'll get by/So forget all about us tonight/Everything's all right/Yes everything's all right yes/Sleep and I shall soothe you/Calm and…"

"I'm trying to sleep," Mistoffelees said interrupting the lullaby. "Stop caterwauling in my ear you…you annoying…big…fat…fluffy-butt," And with that last insult Mistoffelees promptly fell asleep.

'Fat?' Tugger thought horrified looking down at himself.

#fanfic #cats the musical #tuggoffelees #Mr. Mistoffelees #rum tum tugger #demeter #munkustrap #bustopher jones #old deuteronomy #Bombalurina #skimbleshanks #jennyanydots #Jellylorum

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1998 Film Tugger Rewatch: What Have We Learned Today?

Tugger is the younger brother of Macavity and Munkustrap, and the older brother of Alonzo and George. Alonzo is actually the same age. Tugger’s a son of Old Deuteronomy while Alonzo isn’t. Cat litters can be mixed like that.

Tugger lives in the same house as Demeter, Bombalurina, Jemima, and Mistoffelees. He had many different homes before that, because his human owners often lost patience with him and gave him away. His current human family are sort of crazy cat people who don’t care what their cats do as long as there are no mice in the house.

He acts like a himbo, partying and sleeping around, but he’s smarter than most give him credit for. He pays a lot of attention to his surroundings and knows a lot about the cats he frequently sees. He was the only cat in his house who really paid attention to Mistoffelees and thus the only cat who noticed just how powerful his magic was.

Tugger and Bomba have a sort of off-again-on-again thing going. Since cats aren’t usually monogamous, neither one ever thought to take it seriously. Their humans are actually hoping that they’ll have kittens. They won’t.

Tugger fell in love with Misto when he used his magic to open the door to the garden. Neither one knew it at the time, but in hindsight, that’s probably when it happened. He kept making Misto let him out and in from the garden at two o’clock in the morning because he wanted his attention and Misto often deliberately ignored him, possibly so Tugger would have to keep trying to earn his attention. That’s part of what keeps Tugger invested. He loses interest in anything that’s given to him, but not what he has to get for himself. Misto has always kept him working and so he never gets bored of him.

Since it’s so easy for Tugger to attract mates, and then immediately lose interest in them, he’s usually more invested in finding mates for other cats. He mentors Alonzo, George, Plato, and occasionally Mungojerrie in how to flirt with queens. Since he lives in the same house as Demeter, he set her up with Munkustrap. He saw how stressed out his brother was and came to the conclusion that he needed to get laid. Munkustrap wouldn’t want a queen who Tugger discarded and Demeter was one of the few queens in Tugger’s age range that he hadn’t slept with. She’s uncomfortable around men who seem chaotic. They remind her of Macavity. But, Munkustrap is a responsible family man who respects and gets along with his elders, so he’s not like Macavity at all.

All the female kittens have some sort of crush on Tugger, even though two are his nieces. Jemima most likely doesn’t know that and Electra might be in denial. Tugger has no interest in sleeping with any of them, but he enjoys their attention.

Among the male kittens, Plato also has a crush on Tugger. Plato also has a crush on Victoria and Tugger coaching him on how to talk to her just made him love him even more. Victoria and Plato both having crushes on Tugger is something they bond over. Pouncival might as well, but it also might be an extreme case of hero worship. Pouncival will do pretty much anything Tugger says without question, though Pouncival has a habit of following around older boys and not asking questions, so it’s not just Tugger.

Tumblebrutus also hero worships Tugger, but he’s not quite as obsessed as the other boys. Considering how obsessed the other boys are, that’s not saying much.

It’d be easier to list queens who don’t have a crush on Tugger. Even Jennyanydots might, though she still disapproves of his influence on the youth and would rather die than admit that she might find him slightly attractive.

Out of his fanclub, Tugger himself is only really interested in Bombalurina, though he also finds Cassandra hot. But, he loves attention, positive or negative, from everyone.

Despite enjoying the spotlight, Tugger values his independence. He keeps to himself and watches things unfold from a distance, only getting involved when he’s really bored or has something to say. He usually doesn’t like to be touched, but he’s fine with it if he initiates it. Basically, when he says he doesn’t care for a cuddle, it means that he doesn’t like to be cuddled. He will occasionally cuddle with cats he likes, but only on his own terms. It has to be his idea.

So, the next rewatch was difficult to sort out. I wasn’t sure whether to do it as one rewatch or two, but these two characters do enough by themselves to get their own rewatches. The next two rewatches will be for Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. But, in the chaotic spirit of the pair, I’m going to start with Rumpleteazer. It’s always Jerrie and Teazer, not Teazer and Jerrie, so I’ll be confusing by reversing it.

#cats 1998 #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #bombalurina #munkustrap #cats demeter #demestrap #cats plato #pouncival #mungojerrie #rumpleteazer