A/N Short chapter, sorry, but there's more coming. I would appreciate more reviews please. Thanks to all those who did.

Skimbleshanks entered the junkyard early in the morning. The sun had varely begun to rise and the sky was tinted with a multitude of colors. As he walked in there were afew Jellicles already out and about, beginning their normal morning activities. He saw a purring tiger-striped kitten still fast asleep. He headed toward her and smiled happily.

A deep voice sounded from behind him. "Hard night's work Skimble?" The railway cat turned to see the handsome Rum Tum Tugger.

"Did she behave herself?" Skimbleshanks asked, getting right down to buisness.

"Well..." The strapping young tom hesitated. "I wanted to be the first to tell you..."

"What?" He questioned in a worried voice.

"They, that is your daughter and Mungojerrie, well, it's not..."
"Tell me my boy!"

The Rum Tum Tugger sighed and spilled what had happened the previous night, in all the details he had. When he had finished the railway cat was speechless. He sank to the ground in agony, glancing at the angelic, sleeping tabby. Tugger sighed as the kitten yawned and stretched, nuzzling her father.

"G'mornin' pa." Rumpleteazer said sleepily. "Ello Tuggah."

"Good morning sweetheart." Tugger said. "I was just informing your father on last night's antics."

Rumpleteazer's smile faded. She looked up at her father and with pleading eyes burst out into worried cries. "Oh, no pa! I'm sorry, I am! Truely pa! It was just a li'l fun, pa, please don't get angry! Please!"

Skimble held her face in his hands, sighing. "Calm down." He said simply. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"I'm sorry!" She pleaded.

"It's all right." He sighed. "Just please don't do it again."

"Yes pa." She promised, nuzzling him. The railway cat just placed a paw on her head and sighed again.

"Why don't you run along and let Jennyanydots give you a bath?" He suggested, uncertain of what to do.

"Do I haveta?" She groaned. "I had a bath yesturday."

"Well, at least wash behind your ears." The kitten nodded obediently and without a smile. Skimbleshanks grinned at her. "Come on now! Jellicle cats have cheerful faces!" At this the tabby giggled and ran off. Skimble turned to Tugger who was still standing there. "Was there anything else, my boy?" He asked.

"Actually there was." He said. "Last night when I brought her back Munkustrap was ready to wring her little neck. The only reason they went off unpunished was because Macavity interverned. He protested, saying they were just children."

"Yes, they are." Skimbleshanks agreed. "What's wrong? Is there something more?"

Rum Tum Tugger's eyes lowered, hissing at the thoughts in his mind. "Father's influence means everything to them. Father's approvment is only important to Munkustrap."

"I'm afriad I don't know what you're talking about." Skimbleshanks said.

"What I'm saying is that both of them want something from Old Deuteronomy. Munkustrap wants his love, Macavity wants his power."

"What does this have to do with my only daughter?" He asked suspiciously.

"I don't quite know yet." Tugger said, almost to himself. "But you watch out for her, don't let Macavity get close to her."

Skimble smiled broadly. "Why Tugger, my boy." He laughed. "I might have to stop calling you that. I do believe you've grown up." Tugger grinned back, bowed and turned to scamper off.