Less Active, Still Around

Many of the younger cats behind to run off to the nearby sidelines for safety. Much of the older cats stay in the junkyard itself, before running of for safety themselves. All except for two. Silver-Grey is one of them, still in his protective stance, searching around to spot any danger. From his stance, it seems he is the go-to protector of the Jellicles and the junkyard.

The second cat still in the junkyard is Bicolour Cat. In a crouching position, he swiftly sweeps around the area, also searching for lurking danger. Getting onto his hands and knees, Bicolour Cat passes Silver-Grey, and soon goes into the darkness, and runs off to safety. Being the penultimate cat to leave, Bicolour must be second-in-command after Silver-Grey.

Thomas can hear the burning wheels and running car engine outside the junkyard. While it’s a relief to know the sounds, the sudden change of the clipping to the police notice frightens him.

Someone is in the junkyard. Someone is responsible for the trouble now. It is this Macavity?

Bloody hell, I’m not taking chances, thinks Thomas, as he quickly scurries back behind the familiar hat-box from earlier in the night. It is a terrible place to run to towards safety? Probably, but what choice does he have?

Thomas watches Silver-Grey from his safe distance. The tomcat is still in the center, sweeping his head around for the threat. When it’s clear to Silver-Grey that the danger is at the very least, not visible, he soon makes a wide leap to the left side of the junkyard, and runs to safety.

How exactly long the junkyard center remains empty, Thomas isn’t sure. The silence is all he hears, and the shining moon is all that he sees from behind the giant hat-box.

I hope Jellylorum is safe from wherever she and the other Jellicles are at. Thomas changes position from looking at the vacant junkyard center, to the trash and junk before his eyes. He rests his back against the box, and hugs himself once again.

To think that he’s in a junkyard, the size of a small animal, avoiding an unknown danger. All to get his damn boot back. Thomas hopes he can survive the night. He doesn’t want Anne and Mum to bury him, if his body is found. Mum especially so. Mum was strong when she buried Dad. When Dad’s casket was being lower to the ground, she kept a stiff upper up.

But when it came to their siblings’ burial…

“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

The woman’s laugh has Thomas startle. He once again looks into the junkyard. “What in the—”

“Sssh!”

From a small gap near the boot of the car, two similar looking cats of white and orange and black stripes are climbing onto it. They are the same cats who were taking amusement at Tuxedo Cat’s error. But they look slightly different now. The tomcat is wearing a vest top similar to his fur coloring, just bolder and vibrant. The queen is wearing pearls around her neck, but to say that it’s her collar seems incorrect to say.

Both of them have perfectly size pillow sacks in their hands, thrown over their shoulders.

As Thomas watches them posing…whatever they’re posing that makes sense to them, he suddenly realizes the last time he saw the tomcat was when Tugger interrupted Jenny’s instrumental reprise. The queen came back to dance after changing out of her cockroach costume. But she never came back after Grizabella showed herself.

Now that Thomas thinks about it further, both were completely absent when Bustopher Jones arrived. To think there were more absence cats than initially thought.

The duo slides off the boot, with the queen laughing once more, while the tom shushes her. As they move, the circus and vaudeville combo of instrumental music plays from nowhere.

The duo repeats their posing from before, and then walk around backward a bit, looking around to see if anyone else is in the junkyard. The two bump backs against each other and have frighten expressions on their face. They as such, throw their sacks onto the ground. It must be something light and soft, for no breaking noise occur.

“Mungojerrie,” sings the tom, tugging the top of his vest top.

“—and Rumpleteazer,” sings the queen, posing against her companion, her hands in gestures.

“We're a notorious couple of cats!” Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer have their backs together, one leg sticking out to the side, one hand outward before them.

“As knock-about clowns,” sings Rumpleteazer.

“Quick-change comedians—” Mungojerrie frowns, and mimics a stream of tears on his face as the queen gestures at him as she continues singing.

“Tight-rope walkers and acrobats!” They mimic walking on tight-rope, and both do acrobatic feats. Rumpleteazer does a cartwheel, while Mungojerrie does a somersault.

“We have an extensive reputation,” sings Mungojerrie, as the duo continue their dancing, taking one large step over the other. “We make our home in Victoria Grove —

“This is merely our center of operation,” continues Mungojerrie, mimicking reading a newspaper while Rumpleteazer mimics the typing of a typewriter.

 “For we are incurably given to…ROVE!”

The duo that is Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer sideway dance their way to Thomas, and the two of them quickly grab his arms, dragging him with them to the center of the junkyard. Thomas tries to run back to the hat-box, but they block him.

“If the area window is found ajar,” sings Mungojerrie, doing the mocking motions of a window opening up, “and the basement looks like a field of war—”

“If a tile or two comes loose on the roof,” Rumpleteazer sings, and has one hand over her head as if it was the roof itself, while her other hand is grabbed by Mungojerrie, “which presently ceased to be waterproof!”

The three of them quickly move to the other end of the center of the junkyard; though not like Thomas wanted to go with them. Mungojerrie does the motions of opening a drawer, digging through the clothes until he ‘picks’ up an article of clothing. He gives the ‘clothes’ to Rumpleteazer, and she looks at it with some curiosity before tossing it aside.

“If the drawers are pulled out from the bedroom chest, and you can’t find one of your winter vests,” sings Munjojerrie, running a hand on Thomas’s pullover sleeve before scurrying behind the queen. “Or after supper one of the girls, suddenly misses her Woolworth pearls!”

Rumplerteazer places a hand on her pearl necklace, and feigns horror as it ‘disappears from her neck. Mungojerrie ‘spins’ the necklace around, before placing it inside his ‘bag’. The two of them stare at one another, and the two of them link their arms as they briefly sidestep together.

“Then the family will say: ‘It's that horrible cat!”

“Was it Mungojerrie—” Mungojerrie tugs his vest top again.

“Or Rumpleteazer?’” Rumpleteazer rolls her eyes and poses proudly.

The two of them dance step backwards towards the tire and the car. They then open their arms wide as they look at one another. “And most of the time they leave it at that!”

As the circus and vaudeville combo music continues to play, the two mischievous cats dance, prance, and spin. They are so caught up in their act, Thomas glances at the hat-box once again. He slowly —slowly— shuffles his way towards it. It’s not as if Thomas doesn’t want to watch their wonderful performance. On the contrary, he finds it very entertaining! But Thomas’s days being in the spotlight are done and over, if you must know.

“Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer—” the duo sings together, looking at one another before rushing towards Thomas.

“Have an unusual gift of the gab!” The two of them drag Thomas back to the center. Well, so much for his attempt.

“We are highly efficient cat-burglars as well—” sings Mungojerrie, his smirk very telling that he wanted to say that for a good while to Thomas.

“And remarkably smart at the smash-and-grab!” finishes Rumpleteazer, as she and her companion makes grabbing motions.

“We make our home in Victoria Grove

We have no regular occupation!

We are plausible fellows—

Who like to engage…”

Mungojerrie sings solo, as he makes his way towards the back of the junkyard, where the car is located. Rumpleteazer grabs Thomas’s shoulder, and forces him to in a corner; she gestures him to stay put where he’s at with her pointer finger. Thomas watches Rumpleteazer running back to the center, and sees Mungojerrie make a running start towards her.

“A friendly policeman in conversation!”

Rumpleteazer bends down slightly just in time for Mungojerrie to jump right over her. He jumps and continues running right towards Thomas. Thomas leaps to the side, but his decision to doge has him now lying flat on the floor on his stomach. He cranes his neck and sees the two cats move around the stage, hands and arms out around their stomachs.

“When the family assembles for Sunday dinner—” they sing together.

“With their minds made up that they won't get thinner—” solos Rumpleteazer.

“On Argentine joint—” interrupts Mungojerrie.

“Potatoes and greens—” continues Rumpleteazer. “Then the cook would appear from behind the scenes!”

“And say in a voice that is broken with sorrow,” breaks in Mungojerrie very smoothly, “‘I’m afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow! The joint has gone from the over – like that!’”

The two literal cat-burglars stand on their knees, with Mungojerrie placing a hand on Rumpleteazer. Still on their kneeds, they move closer to Thomas as they sing, “Then the family will say: ‘It's that horrible cat!”

“Was it Mungojerrie—” sings Mungojerrie, standing up, tugging his vest top again.

“Or Rumpleteazer?’” concludes Rumpleteazer, posing proudly.

The two cats look at one another, and grab each other hands and once again make their way to the back near the tire and car, before letting go, arms out in front of them. “And most of the time they leave it at that!”

“Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer have a wonderful way of working together!

And some of the time you would say it was luck!

And some of the time you would say it was weather!”

Thomas sits properly again, back in his previous spot. He watches the cheeky light-hearted criminals dancing together. He couldn’t help but move his head to the music and clap his hands to the beat; the drums and horns match their movements perfectly. He smiles as the two dance their ways towards him, before deciding to dance away from him.

“We go through the house like a hurricane—”

Mungojerrie flips and spins Rumpleteazer around. The queen wobbles near Thomas, and shakes her head to compose himself.

Mungojerrie sings solo. “And no sober person could take his oath! Was it Mungojerrie—”

“Or Rumpleteazer!” Rumpleteazer sings her name louder than all previous times.

“Or could you have sworn that it mightn't be both?” The two of them sing together and, giving each other a bow for their past fine criminal work.

“And when you hear a dining-room SMASH!

“Or up from the pantry there comes a loud CRASH!”

The bombastic instrumental, which at this point became louder and exciting, sudden become…subdue. Softer. The duo does the same with their singing.

“Or down from the library came a loud ping

From a vase which was commonly said to be Miiing…”

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer quickly dance their way back towards Thomas. Rumpleteazer stands before Mungojerrie. The height difference between the two is something while seeing, is something Thomas didn’t took notice of. The tom is a full head taller than the queen. Being taller, Mungojerrie has his hand over Rumpleteazer’s head, pinching what could be the Ming Vase. The two of them, in sync, lower themselves in time for Mungo to ‘drop’ the vase.

The two of them panic, worry flush all over their face. Rumpleteazer even gasps at their latest action. The two of them scurry away to the center of the junkyard, holding hands once more, looking at one another, their smiles once again returning.

“Then the family would say,” they sing together, softly. “‘Now which was which cat?’”

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer break apart. Rumpleteazer hides behind the tom.

“It was… Mungojerrie!” boasts Mungojerrie, pointing at himself.

Rumpleteazer stands up, and smacks her partner’s shoulder. Mungojerrie sheepishly smiles as the queen frowns at him. “And! Rump-le-teazer!”

The instrumental follows their actions of a cartwheel. They cartwheel to the edge of the junkyard, near the little entrance of what could be a den. They do another cartwheel together.

Or rather, a pinwheel cartwheel. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer lock their arms and hands between their legs, and they cartwheel across to the other end of the junkyard, where the broken over is at. Thomas stares at them, mouth open wide, in amazement at their acrobatic feat showing their complete trust in one another.

Locking arms once again, they dance their way to the center. Mungojerrie lifts Rumpleteazer, and holds her with one arm, the other arm wide out. Rumpleteazer uses Mungojerrie’s wide stance to help keep balance, wrapping one arm around him, the other arm wide out in a matching but opposite gesture.

“And there's nothing at all to be done about that!”

The two of them stop their posing and once again, make their way towards Thomas. Thomas barely has time to run away. The duo quickly grabs him and again, drag him back into the center of the Junkyard. The two twirl Thomas around, leaving his worldview spinning. He can see the blurs of white and orange and black of the cats around him, and the darkness of the junkyard.

Thomas soon feels two hands grabbing his arms and pulling him aside. With a more stable view of the world, he sees Jellylorum, with Demeter at the older queen’s side. Demeter gives him a kind smile, before turning her attention —now a fury— to Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer.

Jellylorum helps Thomas sit down again, and gently pats his head. She then joins Demeter and the returning Jellicles in surrounding the literal cat-burglar duo from the sidelines.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer try to make their escape from the back, but they were block. Patches, Artie, Bicolour, Silver-Grey, and Collar-Patches mainly block the back exit. Patches puffs his chest, to match the serious demeanor of the other toms. Bicolour and Silver-Grey ‘tsk’ as they hold up the sacks of stolen goods.

With one exit gone, Rumpleteazer leads Mungojerrie to the center front of the junkyard. Quickly, Demeter and Tuxedo Cat block their exit there. Jellylorum stands on the left side of Demeter, while Glass-Green Eyes stands on the right side of Tuxedo Cat; Jenny is beside Glass-Green Eyes, and she looks very disappointed with them.

With fear and panic, the duo makes another attempt at the back exit. They break free of the blockage and jump onto the boot of the car. Or rather, the blockage willingly let them through. Bicolour and Silver-Grey throw the sacks high up into the air over everyone’s head. Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie outreach their hands to grab their stolen goods…

Which it flies over their heads, and over the wall.

That Cat™ and another tom are standing there. The second cat is grey and black —maybe more black than grey— and splashes of brown, and his ears are different colors that matches his coat. The second cat stares at Thomas, and tilts his head to the right.

Behind the two, Thomas can see the rest of the Jellicle cats. Jenny and Jellylorum are with most of the younger queens. Glass-Green Eyes is with most of the younger toms. Slink Queen and Bicolour Cat are together. The same goes to the two dark colored cats with stripes and hatched marks who look very much like identical twins. Bombalurina and Silver-Grey are talking to one another, while Tuxedo Cat is looking in the distance at the other side of the junkyard.

And there is Isis in the background, back in her tabby coat.

Thomas stares at That Cat and Multi-Color Ears.

“Don’t give me that look, Thomas,” says That Cat™. “You and I know that it’s in your profession to help. Help from a human isn’t what Grizabella needs.”

That Cat™ soon walks away, back towards Glass-Green Eyes and the other toms. Multi-Color Ears stares at his friend, and then back at Thomas. He tilts his head, and blinks.

“Your profession?” asks Multi-Color Ears. “What it is?”

“Veterinarian,” answers Thomas, walking to where he sat during Tugger’s mooning. “I’m a doctor who takes care of animals who are unwell, and to check to see if they’re in good health.”

“Animal doctor? I always wanted to meet one!” exclaims Multi-Color Ears, who is now walking besides Thomas. Multi-Color Ears has the widest, goofiest smile Thomas ever seen before. Multi-Color Ears moves in front of Thomas, and walks backwards. “Since I know your name, it’s fair you know mine. My mum didn’t raise me to be rude, even to humans. I’m George!”

“It’s nice to meet you, George,” says Thomas. “So, that’s your name—”

“Given by humans? It is! Humans say I look like a George! Or Admetus, but I like George more.”

“It is a good name. A dragon-slaying saint has it as his name, you know,” Thomas soon sits back down in his spot. “So, George. Is there a reason why your friend knows my name? I…well, I never met your friend before tonight. He seems to know me, yet I don’t know him.”

“Really?” George tilts his head again. “Odd. Here I thought you would, considering he’s Jellylorum’s brother, and Jellylorum knows you, given her owner is your brother. And—”

“George!” That Cat™ soon calls out to the tom. “May I have a word with you?”

“Oh, sure!” George gives his friend a thumbs up. He then turns back to Thomas. “I hope to speak to you again! I do hope you enjoy the rest of the Ball! I would like to tell you more about something that’s going to happen later on, but that will be ruining the surprise!”

“George!”

“Coming!”

George soon runs off to talk to his friend.

Jellylorum’s brother. Jellylorum’s. Brother.

Anne wasn’t lying about Apricot having a brother then, thinks Thomas, resting his chin on the back of his hand.

“To think you’re the Artichoke who my sister told me about,” mutters Thomas, watching George and Artie—the nickname Anne gave him— talking at the back of the junkyard, between the tire and car boot. Thomas isn’t sure how to feel having a face to a name now. Actually, he does.

George’s wide smile is still on his face as he nods his head to whatever he agreed with. Artie is smiling too, and then turns his head towards Thomas’ direction.

Thomas quickly hitches in a breath, and turns his gaze towards his left side. Thomas does a double take as the dark colors turn warm, as a looming blob of a shadow appears. The shadow continues to move, growing bigger and bigger, the blob becoming the outline of a big cat. In the air suddenly, is music. The music from nowhere is hesitate playing their instrumental of whatever song Thomas will now have to endure next. It is a cheery tune, very fitting for the ball. Especially the ball’s earlier tone with Jenny and Tugger.

Soon, the big cat himself arrives. He is a tuxedo cat with white marks on his feet that look very much like spats over shoes. It reminds Thomas of Mr. Faber, who wears white spats over his shoes. The tuxedo cat is interestingly enough, also wearing what looks like an actual tuxedo jacket, perfectly fitted for himself. In the pocket of the jacket is a red paper flower. A fitting finishing touch for a gentleman cat.

Also fitting for a gentleman cat is his moustache —which are actually his whiskers fashioned into a moustache shape— which are curling upwards at the end. Over his left eye is a monocle; really shows how upper-class the gentleman cat is.

If nothing of his outfit tipped that off, the literal silver spoon in the gentleman cat’s hand should give away his high-ranking prestige. Thomas couldn’t help but think of the St. James’s Street cat, Johnathan Jones.

Thomas never met Johnathan Jones, but he had heard of him in passing. The family that owns him, the Jones, are up the social ladder themselves. Their money has them wanting what is best for their pet cats. No need to spend their money on a veterinarian like Thomas.

Yes, pet cats. The Jones Family has four cats in total.

For sure, the gentleman cat has to be one of them.

Tuxedo Cat smiles widely, and runs up to the gentleman cat, gesturing his arms towards him, before scurrying away. The precociousness adoration of the younger tomcat is rather adorable.

“Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones,” sings suddenly Jenny. The expression on her face is also holds adoration for the gentleman cat, but in a different matter than Tuxedo Cat’s.

Thomas smiles with glee at his assumption. The gentleman cat is Johnathan Jones himself! Who could have thought that Bustopher was a Second Particular Name? At the very least, he kept his surname of Jones.

“In fact, he's remarkably fat,” interrupts Bombalurina, with the bluntest of tones.

“He doesn't haunt pubs—” sings Jellylorum cheerfully.

“He has eight or nine clubs,” continues Jenny.

“For he's the St. James's Street cat!” The three queens sing together in unison.

Thomas watches the clowder gathering once more. As he watches the clowder, so many little happenings were going on, all entertaining and difficult to keep track up. For instance, Patches is on Simple-Face Tom’s shoulders and saluting. Glass-Green Eyes, Artie, George, and Bicolour Cat are all in front of the small clowder, giddy as can be. George is very expressive, a bit on the silly side. And Artie’s expression is almost on the same level of adoration to Jenny’s.

Thomas sees the trio of Bombalurina, Jellylorum, and Jenny smiling and waving at Bustopher, who quickly waves back. Bustopher has many cats to greet, such as Tuxedo Cat. Tuxedo Cat must have been so overwhelmed by the gentleman cat’s appearance he needed to collected himself before bowing properly before him.

“He's the cat we all greet as he walks down the street in his coat of fastidious black,” sings Jenny; her adoration has Thomos thinking back to Boy-Crazy Queen’s fangirling over Tugger.

The idea of Jenny being the Boy-Crazy Queen of her generation…surprisingly makes sense?

“No common-place mousers have such well-cut trousers,” sings Bombalurina.

“Or such an impeccable back,” finishes off Jellyorum.

“In the whole of St. James's, the smartest of names is the name of this Brummell of cats,” sings Jenny, as they and others see Sliver-Grey walking up to Bustopher with a proud smile and salutes to him. Bustopher Jones in returns, salutes cat.

“And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to by Bustopher Jones in white spats!” sing the trio together, dancing away to the sidelines.

“In the whole of St. James’s,” sing several of the toms; Artie, Bicolour, and Collar Patches are close together, while George and Simple-Face Tom are standing elsewhere, “the smartest of names is the name of this Brummel of cats!”

With Silver-Grey distracting Bustopher, the Tuxedo Cat slides towards the gentleman cat to try playing with Bustopher’s tail. The keyword is try, for Sliver-Grey gently turns the gentleman cat around. Bustopher is surprise, but not offended by the child-like action.

“And we’re all of us proud,” continues the toms, as Glass-Green Eyes runs around blindly, because he is wearing a top hat over his head, “to be nodded or bowed to by Bustopher Jones in white spats!”

Silver-Grey helps Glass-Green Eyes set the top hat down on the ground, the flat sturdy side up so Bustopher Jones can sit. Bustopher leans down a bit, and frowns. He gestures his hand as if the top hat surface needs a dust. And Glass-Green Eyes does some dusting with his long brown (and ginger) tail. Thomas huffs and crosses his arms; he really does think Glass-Green Eyes is a cat he met before. No one could ignore a cat like him.

But where did they met?

The pondering Thomas has doesn’t last long. The light-hearted wind instruments fade away, and a spotlight from nowhere appears again. It follows Bustopher as he sits down on the top hat. The instrumental music of the background is now…angelic? Religious?

“My visits are occasional to the Senior Educational, and it is against the rules,” sings Bustopher, his deep voice loud and clear; it sounds fitting for a gentleman, human or cat. “for any one cat to belong both to that, and the Joint Superior Schools.”

“For a similar reason, when game is in season, I'm found, not at Fox's, but Blimp's!

I am frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen, which is famous for winkles and shrimps.”

The angelic-religious music intensifies. Every cat is now singing again. They’re singing as if they’re in a choir, singing a hymn so dearly to them. Given a majority of them appear to be street cats, the gentleman cat with so much access to food would be an experience to hear.

“In the season of venison I give my ben'son to the Pothunter's succulent bones!

And just before noon's not a moment too soon to drop in for a drink at the Drones!”

Bustopher Jones holds a slightly long note for ‘Drones’ as he slightly leans back.

“When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry at the Siamese - or at the Glutton.

If I look full of gloom then I've lunched at the Tomb, on cabbage, rice pudding, and mutton.”

Tuxedo Cat licks his lips at the last meal, as if he wants to eat it right about now. To be fair, it sounds appetizing even to a human. Thomas is partially regretting his decision of not eating his leftovers now.

“In the whole of St. James's, the smartest of names is the name of this Brummell of cats!” sings everyone together. Well, except Demeter, who Thomas realizes is still absence from festivities.

“And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to

By Bustopher Jones in white—”

“BUSTOPHER JONES IN WHITE—” Every cat present loudly sings and proudly gestures towards Bustopher. In Patches’ case, he gestures via his legs.  

“Bustopher Jones in white spats!”

A horned instrument plays as Tuxedo Cat has a few words with Artie. Sliver-Grey smiles at Bustopher, who leans back further more in his seat…which is a top hat. Meaning there is nothing from keeping the gentleman cat from falling over. Sliver-Grey quickly took notice, and Tuxedo Cat barely turns back in time to help Sliver-Grey stop their esteem friend from falling.

George, despite standing behind Bustopher, does nothing to help the two. His facial expressions prove to be the gift that keeps on giving.

Bustopher Jones gets on his feet, and scurries. He scurries so fast, he nearly falls right flat on his face a few meters away from Thomas. Luckily, Tuxedo Cat helps Bustopher regain his balance. In the background, George takes the top hat away. It is his punishment? Who knows.

“So much in this way passes Bustopher's day,” sings Jenny, “At one club or another he's found! It can be no surprise that under our eyes he has grown unmistakably round.”

Bustopher Jones does a very cute dance that consist of him spinning around with the silver spoon in his hands. A dance is dance, even if it’s of the simplest dance moves.

“He's a twenty-five pounder,” sings Jenny, fanning herself with excitement.

Twenty-five pounds IS A WORRYING WEIGHT FOR A CAT! thinks Thomas, and quickly covers his mouth with his hands. Unless he knows the exact breed, it’s best to keep that to himself.

“Or I am a bounder,” answer-sings Bustopher, dancing in circles with the spoon in his hands.

“And he's putting on weight every day,” continues Jenny, giddy.

“Poo!” comments Boy-Crazy Queen, with Mia clearly agreeing with her.

“But I'm so well preserved because I've observed, All my life a routine, and I'd say,” sings Bustopher Jones, as most of the toms —except Tuxedo Cat, and Tugger who Thomas realize been absence the entire time—stand in a line, hands out in front of them, waiting for judgement. What sort of judgement? Thomas has no idea, but he’s curious who gets approved or not.

Sliver-Grey: Approved!

One of the Identical Twins: Ignored? The poor cat is sulking in place.

Simple-Face Tom: Approved!

George: Approved!

Artie: Approved. Wonderful.

Collar Patches: Approved?

Bicolour Cat: Approved, but barely.

Glass-Green Eyes: Cheeky fellow saluted and got approved!

Patches: Failed. The poor kitten got knock onto the floor with the spoon.

“I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time,” sings Bustopher, gripping the ends of his silver spoon like a golf club.

“That's the word from this stoutest of cats!” sings Jenny, louder than any other time in the song.

“It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall

While Bustopher Jones wears white—”, sings all the cats, as Bustopher stands as if he’s ready to swing his spoon.

“BUSTOPHER JONES WEAR WHITE!—” Bustopher Jones swings his spoon high.

“Bustopher Jones…wears white…spats!”

Bustopher Jones then walks his way towards the queens. Specifically, he walks towards Jenny, who is front and center. The gentleman cat picks up the paper flower from his pocket, and hands it to Jenny. Funny enough, Thomas can see from Bombalurina’s changing expression from please to annoyance, as if she thought she herself was going to get the flower.

Bustopher Jones quickly turns towards Thomas, and salutes to him. “Toodle Pip!”

Behind the gentleman cat, Thomas can see Silver-Grey doing the same. Thomas felt the pressure to salute back, much to Bustopher’s joy.