Suddenly something caught the Jellicle's attention, but before he could go find out what the mysterious thing was, Tabitha had picked him up under the arms and wrangled his collar back around his neck.
"There, now you can do what cats do while their owners work Munku." Tabitha said as she headed out the door.
"Correction, now you can go to work and I can hunt," thought the stripped cat as he darted out the little door she had made when he was a kitten. Munkustrap let his dark eyes roam around the tall grasses of the back yard as he pressed onward, ears moving all around trying to listen for anything unusual in his home away from home.
"Your backyard is horrible,can't find you that well, Munku." The voice belonged to Rum Tum Tugger, who was caught on some blades of grass in his spikey collar.
"It's rare to have you visiting Rum Tum." Munku replied with a small smile. It wasn't every day that your brother came to visit you when you were a cat.
Tugger grinned before taking his Jellicle form, the forms the cats take where they almost look human. Tugger flicked Munkustraps nose causing the annoyed tabby to change instantly.
"What is so important that you need to come visit me and then drag out our Jellicle forms?" Munkustrap asked, his voice showing he was rather uncomfortable at the moment, his fur standing on end.
"Helping Mistoffolese win a bet with Skimbleshanks." The multi-color cat replied as he locked his lips onto his brothers, not giving him the chance to aske questions and numbing his capacity to comprehend what had just happened until his face finally lit red.
About a foot away stood Mistoffolese and Skimbleshanks (who was off duty for the week) watching in their own Jellicle forms.
"Told you he'd do it Skimble. That means I win the watch no?" The black and white kitten said with a grin on his face at Skimbles own wide-eyed face.
"I didn't think he'd do it." Was all Skimble could say as he surrendered the bright golden pocket watch.
"You forget, it IS the Rum Tum Tugger. That cat cares nothing about genders." Came Victoria from the Background, trying not to laugh at the situation the Guardian had just found himself.
"You've also forgotten, my dear Skimbleshanks, that you gambled with Mr. Mistoffolese." The Tugger added in, holding a very out of it Munkustrap up by the waist.
"I dare say if I ever gamble again, it won't be my watch." Skimble replied as the three finally left, the kittens still laughing.
After they had gone, Tugger returned to normal, followed by the still mildly out there Munkustrap. A chuckle escaped the Tugger as he dragged the picnic blanket off the porch and tugged it over his brother.
"Don't think I won't strike again." The mixed coat said as he licked his brother's nose and left the tabby to sleep.
Little did Munkustrap know, there would be several next times and not all of them Tugger.