Post by Munkustrap Etc. on Apr 27, 2007 16:54:18 GMT -5
Munkustrap had been gone for a full day now, lurking around Deuteronomy's house, trying to catch the attention of the old cat. He was fairly certain the Jellicle Leader was inside, with his pets, but Munkustrap hadn't even caught a glimpse of Deuteronomy through the window. He lurked near the door, somewhat sheltered by the bare, skeletal branches of a bush. He curled up, pressing one side against the warm house, and tucked his nose into his tail to wait. Deuteronomy hadn't responded to his yowled calls, but the bigger humans had, chasing him off with thrown objects and brooms. Munkustrap hadn't been deterred, though, so he kept returning and just waited, huddled against the cold.
He didn't want to return to the junkyard right now, anyway. With Pussine freshly dead, and Aprilli and Mali possibly facing their own deaths... and their disease would endanger Leathik... and then Quaxo... Munkustrap closed his eyes and buried his face in his paws. Had he done the right thing by making a choice? He had been so certain that none of the three would have consented to letting him have multiple lovers... and so if he wanted any of them, he would have to pick one of them. And Bomba... she had been taking everything the best. From the kittens to the multiple lovers to the choice... she knew about Munkustrap's past, she knew he had been sleeping with Quaxo... and she just kept smiling and moving ahead. Even the kittens, which so obviously terrified her, she was handling marvelously well. Munkustrap couldn't not choose her.
He felt horribly guilty, though, for dumping Quaxo, and he hadn't even told Demeter anything yet. He wasn't sure if she even knew Bomba would be having his kittens. And what if she took it hard, and it drove a wedge between Demeter and Bomba? They were best friends, and Munkustrap didn't want to be the reason they grew apart. Demeter had few enough friends as it was.
And then there was the issue of Quaxo and Tumble. They had still been curled up together when Munkustrap left to bury Pussine, and he hadn't seen either of them since. He knew the two were best friends - Quaxo had come into the junkyard around the time Simbol died, and his presence had been enough to bring Tumble out of his depression from his father's death. The two kittens had grown into two cats, almost always at each other's side. There was a bit of a rocky point when Tumble found out about Quaxo's past, but it looked like they had moved beyond that. Still... Munkustrap hadn't thought Quaxo was the type of cat who could move on so quickly, hopping from his arms to Tumble's in about an hour. But if Quaxo was just using Tumble to get over Munkustrap...
Well.
Munkustrap looked upon Tumble like a pseudo-son-little-brother. If Quaxo hurt him...
Munkustrap sighed and pushed his nose further into his tail. If Quaxo hurt Tumble, Munkustrap would threaten and posture and probably not follow through on anything. He couldn't bring himself to hurt Quaxo... but he might need to. Might need to punish him, if things got out of hand.
"Deuteronomy, where are you?" he whispered, glancing over at the door. He needed the old cat, and for more than just the kittens' sakes.
Etcetera was curled up beside Cassandra and the tom kittens, playing dully with Simeon. She was helping take care of the babies... but one of them had died. Little Pussine, who had mewed her name (sorta), and sucked on her ears, and squeaked and giggled when she was tickled... she was buried now. Just like her brother (Zali, Etcetera had named him, but she hadn't told anyone). Two kitties were gone, and Burelle didn't want anyone else playing with the two sick kitties. Besides, Meanie Selinie was over there, and Etcetera wasn't going to go anywhere near her!
He didn't want to return to the junkyard right now, anyway. With Pussine freshly dead, and Aprilli and Mali possibly facing their own deaths... and their disease would endanger Leathik... and then Quaxo... Munkustrap closed his eyes and buried his face in his paws. Had he done the right thing by making a choice? He had been so certain that none of the three would have consented to letting him have multiple lovers... and so if he wanted any of them, he would have to pick one of them. And Bomba... she had been taking everything the best. From the kittens to the multiple lovers to the choice... she knew about Munkustrap's past, she knew he had been sleeping with Quaxo... and she just kept smiling and moving ahead. Even the kittens, which so obviously terrified her, she was handling marvelously well. Munkustrap couldn't not choose her.
He felt horribly guilty, though, for dumping Quaxo, and he hadn't even told Demeter anything yet. He wasn't sure if she even knew Bomba would be having his kittens. And what if she took it hard, and it drove a wedge between Demeter and Bomba? They were best friends, and Munkustrap didn't want to be the reason they grew apart. Demeter had few enough friends as it was.
And then there was the issue of Quaxo and Tumble. They had still been curled up together when Munkustrap left to bury Pussine, and he hadn't seen either of them since. He knew the two were best friends - Quaxo had come into the junkyard around the time Simbol died, and his presence had been enough to bring Tumble out of his depression from his father's death. The two kittens had grown into two cats, almost always at each other's side. There was a bit of a rocky point when Tumble found out about Quaxo's past, but it looked like they had moved beyond that. Still... Munkustrap hadn't thought Quaxo was the type of cat who could move on so quickly, hopping from his arms to Tumble's in about an hour. But if Quaxo was just using Tumble to get over Munkustrap...
Well.
Munkustrap looked upon Tumble like a pseudo-son-little-brother. If Quaxo hurt him...
Munkustrap sighed and pushed his nose further into his tail. If Quaxo hurt Tumble, Munkustrap would threaten and posture and probably not follow through on anything. He couldn't bring himself to hurt Quaxo... but he might need to. Might need to punish him, if things got out of hand.
"Deuteronomy, where are you?" he whispered, glancing over at the door. He needed the old cat, and for more than just the kittens' sakes.
Etcetera was curled up beside Cassandra and the tom kittens, playing dully with Simeon. She was helping take care of the babies... but one of them had died. Little Pussine, who had mewed her name (sorta), and sucked on her ears, and squeaked and giggled when she was tickled... she was buried now. Just like her brother (Zali, Etcetera had named him, but she hadn't told anyone). Two kitties were gone, and Burelle didn't want anyone else playing with the two sick kitties. Besides, Meanie Selinie was over there, and Etcetera wasn't going to go anywhere near her!