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Ciggie giggled and ran out into the rain. His parents stopped in mid run and stared at him as he started to welcome the Jellicles to a very rainy Jellicle Ball.
“Ciggie, what do you think you’re doing? It’s pouring in ran and you’re inviting the Jellicles to the ball,” his mother screeched.
Risking all he had worked for, Ciggie sat out in the rain and dared any cat to take him inside. After a while, though, his father came out of the shelter of his eldest son’s house and dragged a drenched tabby into the warmth of a dry place.
“Ohhhh, dad,” Ciggie complained as his mother started to lick him.
“You shouldn’t be out in weather like this, you’ll catch your death,” his mother said and continued to lick her soaked son.
“No, Ciggie, you were daring us to go and get you, so your father got you now; you will not go out until the rain has stopped.”
The rain finally stopped and Ciggie ran out into puddles. His mother and father were very embarrassed when Ciggie started to jump into the puddles in the JY. While all the other kittens were waiting inside shelters for it to dry up, Ciggie was playing in the moonlit yard happily.
Then to his parent’s utter amazement, he started to sing Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats.
Rising onto his hind legs, Ciggie sang loudly and clearly, “Are you blind when you’re born?”
A cat like Mistoffelees dashed out then, only she had a streak of brown that went from her chin to the tip of her tail. She smiled. “Can you see in the dark?”
“Would you look at king?” The Tugger.
“Would you sit in his throne?” Munkustrap.
“Can you say of your bite that it’s worse then your bark?” Pounicivil sang, giggling.
“Are you cock on the walk?” Admetus.
“When you’re walking alone?” Victoria sang out.
Then all together they began to sing:
“When you fall on your head do you land on you feet?” Jennyanydots.
“Are you tense when you sense there’s a storm in the air?” Coricopat and Tantomile.
“Can you find your way blind/when you’re lost in a street?” A cat that looked exactly like Misto sang. His daughter, actually, not his twin.
“Do you know how to go to the Heavieside Layer?” Old Deuteronomy asked.
Because
“Can you ride on a broom stick to places far distant?” The one that looked remarkably like Misto except with the brown streak sang again.
“Familiar with candle, with book and with bell?” Jellylorum, Etcetera, Electra and Sillubub sang out together.
“Were you Whittington’s friend?” Bombalurina.
“The pied piper’s assistant?” Mistoffelees sang as he magically appeared.
“Have you been an Alumnus of heaven and hell?” Tumblebrutus sang out rather placidly this year.
“Are you mean like a minx? Are you lean like a lynx?” Rumpelteazer sang without her mate this year.
“Are you keen to be seen when you’re smelling a rat?” Macavity. (Yes peeps I’m using Macavity in this because well he’s Ciggie’s daddy.)
“Were you there when the pharaohs commissioned the sphinx?” Jadadaye.
“If you were and you are you’re a Jellicle cat.
“Jellicle song for Jellicles cat
And so forth, you get the picture.
When they had gotten to Growltigers Last Stand, which Ciggie had promptly ordered Munkustrap to let him do, it started to ran.
“Ciggie we can’t keep going it’ll pour down soon enough and we’ll get drenched.” But to their horror Ciggie started singing and dancing while it poured in ran. As the other cats watched Ciggie danced long into the night enjoying the rain as if it were a spring day and nothing less. When it was nearly dawn they had to send some one up this year. But to Ciggie’s utter amazement Old Deuteronomy went up. After the old sack of bones (yes I do hold something against Deuteronomy it’s plain and simple I don’t like him and the way he sings, he just soo fat) had left Ciggie was jumping for joy. And slowly the down pour stopped. When it was other the kittens crept out slowly cautious of the puddles.
But Ciggie being the bundle of energy he was, was now jumping in the puddles splashing all of the other kits who would have purrfered to stay nice and dry.
My little moment of insanity is over now kits.
Don’t worry I have more weird and inspired stories to come. Actually my aunt gave this one to me because Ciggie is a real cat and loves getting wet of his own accord.
Cassa.
Purrs.
Jellicles do and Jellicles would
Jellicles would and Jellicles can
Jellicles can and Jellicles do
Jellicles do and Jellicles can
Jellicles can and Jellicles do
Jellicles do and Jellicles can
Jellicles can and Jellicles do
Jellicles do and Jellicles can
“Jellicles song for Jellicle cats
“Jellicles song for Jellicle cat
“We can dive through like the…”
The one that looked remarkably like Mistoffelees but with a brown streak.