Now I can think away from everyone else. When they touched me, it wasn't the same. Even when I was with the others, what I wanted was your touch. What the…? Where did these thoughts come from? I wanted to hear your voice. Why? I don't know. We've been through so much together, what's one more thing? But why, why is it happening to me? Wait! Is it… could it be…? No, it couldn't be, and yet…
The small calico queen rushed out of the junkyard, her head spinning. His eyes… they were disarming. She had been spending time with other toms, but she needed him. She heard a small noise behind her. She turned around to see him, her tom staring at her. She smiled.
Yes. He followed me. How many others would have done that? He gazes at me as if I were something precious. He looks like he wants to say something. I hope it is what I think it is. I've decided that I don't need to be with other toms, I've already found the perfect one.
"Oh, Mungojerrie, I love you too."