*NOTE: Okay. I am not a fan of fan fiction, but I came up with this one for a writing group I belonged to before. We had to write something about a big black cat and I thought of 'Tugger' so...Guess this qualifies as fan fiction...
The big black cat made his way through the junkyard, careful not to hit any of the junk thrown about. It was the night of the annual Jellicle Ball after all and Rum Tum Tugger simply had to look his best. Not that he was any worse.
Tugger was not especially big by Jellicle standards. Among the present set of toms in the tribe, however, he was one of the biggest, perhaps even bigger than the group’s protector, Munkustrap. Heck, let Munk be the bouncer, he thought rather smugly, I’M getting the girls!
He did always get the girls due to his exotic looks and charm. Tugger, in a sense, was a star judging by the physical alone. His body was covered by the most beautiful coat of black, not unlike a panther’s. Strangely enough, around his legs were tiger stripes and leopard spots which rather made him curious. Could he by any chance be sharing the same lineage with that old, looney do-gooder Jennyanydots? Up to this day, she still thought that cockroaches just needed employment. Hah! Mental, that one...Well, she was all stripes and spots. Not a thought Tugger cherished but in the Jellicle tribe, such a thing was not at all uncommon. After all it was much believed that the Jellicle leader, Old Deuteronomy, sired most of them. Lineage aside, the stripes and spots did add to his mysterious charm. His seemingly overwhelming confidence just oozed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Tugger’s biggest pride was the mane around his neck that would remind one of a lion’s. Indeed, with all the envious glances from the males and the adoring looks from the females, Tugger felt like a king, the Ultimate Tomcat…
Back to reality, the alpha tom could hear singing from a distance and realized he was near the ball. He hurried up a bit and true enough, there were the Jellicle cats dancing, basking under the Jellicle moon. He would have wanted to make a grand entrance as usual but all the she-felines were doing their dance ritual. Watching them had always been quite seductive to him. He would have drooled if he wasn’t protecting his image. Besides, drooling was more for dogs, those clueless fools cursed to a lifetime of servitude to humans.
Tugger was not especially big by Jellicle standards. Among the present set of toms in the tribe, however, he was one of the biggest, perhaps even bigger than the group’s protector, Munkustrap. Heck, let Munk be the bouncer, he thought rather smugly, I’M getting the girls!
He did always get the girls due to his exotic looks and charm. Tugger, in a sense, was a star judging by the physical alone. His body was covered by the most beautiful coat of black, not unlike a panther’s. Strangely enough, around his legs were tiger stripes and leopard spots which rather made him curious. Could he by any chance be sharing the same lineage with that old, looney do-gooder Jennyanydots? Up to this day, she still thought that cockroaches just needed employment. Hah! Mental, that one...Well, she was all stripes and spots. Not a thought Tugger cherished but in the Jellicle tribe, such a thing was not at all uncommon. After all it was much believed that the Jellicle leader, Old Deuteronomy, sired most of them. Lineage aside, the stripes and spots did add to his mysterious charm. His seemingly overwhelming confidence just oozed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Tugger’s biggest pride was the mane around his neck that would remind one of a lion’s. Indeed, with all the envious glances from the males and the adoring looks from the females, Tugger felt like a king, the Ultimate Tomcat…
Back to reality, the alpha tom could hear singing from a distance and realized he was near the ball. He hurried up a bit and true enough, there were the Jellicle cats dancing, basking under the Jellicle moon. He would have wanted to make a grand entrance as usual but all the she-felines were doing their dance ritual. Watching them had always been quite seductive to him. He would have drooled if he wasn’t protecting his image. Besides, drooling was more for dogs, those clueless fools cursed to a lifetime of servitude to humans.
Meanwhile, Tugger lazily yawned and smiled like only a smug cat would.
Copyright © September 2007 by lildovefeather
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