A/N: to all people who are picky with spelling, to bad. Sorry with my bluntness, but even with spell check I'm pretty bad at it. And here is the famous disclaimer:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own cats or have any rights to it besides the characters I create and my plots. Everything else goes to T.S. Elliot and Andrew Loyed Webber. Thank you! takes bows
A/N 2.0: Okay. It didn't change as much but I got back into the groove and fixed some minor things. More should be coming. And I'm trying to get rid of the author notes that take up whole pages.
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CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN
Death? Why this fuss about death. Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! ... Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.
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A scream cut through the air.
"Push deary! Push!" a small orange and white cat screeched over the screaming of the red and black queen in front of her.
"I am you stupid pollicle!" the red queen screamed back, obviously in much pain.
Suddenly another voice joined the fray.
"It's out! It's out! Oh my Everlasting Cat I'm a father!" A brown and gold main coon jumped up and down looking at the new kitten in his aunt's arms.
"At last." Bombalurina sighed leaning back. She was so tired. It was as if she was about to die right then and there. For twelve hours she had been pushing, finally defeating nature.
"Wait." her mate, the Rum Tum Tugger, looked worriedly at the kitten. "It's not screaming, all kittens scream at birth. You told me that Jenny."
"Well, anyways." Bombalurina said lifting her head, why was it so hard to do so? "Her name is Tubomba." and at that she laid her head down on the pillow and let out a hacking cough and went limp. Suddenly a kitten's cry rang out throughout the junkyard as the kitten took its first breath.
"There we go. Perfectly healthy, nothing to worry about Tugger." Jennyanydots said in mock scolding. "You were just working yourself up for nothing."
Tugger smiled. Bending down to his mate he whispered, "See Bomba, nothing to worry about, nothing at all." He shook her to wake her up. No response. Tugger looked at Jenny, who shrugged, and shook harder. And harder. And harder. No response. Finally, in fanatics by now the main coon picked up his mate and shook as hard as he could. Her head fell limply onto her chest.
Looking fearful the tom set his mate down and looked to Jenny. She set the little queen in his arms and walked to the limp red queen. The striped queen checked the other queen's neck and let out a sob, and shook her head.
"No." Whispered Tugger setting the kitten now next to her dead mother. "No, it's not possible. She can't of!"
"She had a long and painful labor. She had no more energy." Jennyanydots whispered sadly.
"No, this is just a joke." the tom said shaking his mane in total denial, "I'll run outside and find everyone perfectly okay and saying 'Happy April Fool's Day' or something like that! It's not possible."
"It's true Tugger!" Jenny said sadly looking at her favorite adopted niece. "Bombalurina is... is... dead." with that last word she let out a sob.
"No. No. You're just... just... just lying! It's all a joke! Yha! A joke!" and with that he ran from the ambulance, shaking.
Jennyanydots looked to the new kitten, who was screaming in her now dead mother's arms. The kitten who had taken her first breath as her mother took her last. Jenny picked up the kitten and felt tears running down her face.
"Good luck Tubomba. You will need it."
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A/N: Please review! It is my first story after all! No... It really is my first story. So please review! Peas and Thank-yous