Nipped Nap: The dangers of catnip
Jennyanydots sat on top of the old Ford with several other cats the night of the Jellicle Ball, watching Bombalurina and her friends dancing. The Gumbie sighed, fondly remembering a time when she danced during the highlight of the Ball...trying to catch the eye of a certain orange tomcat....ah, yes, those were the days.
Chuckling slightly, she poured herself a cup of tea from a pot that was sitting on some junk between the tire and the car, never noticing the paw that reached from the tire and poured a bag of something green and powdery into the pot. Taking a sip of the tea, Jenny looked at it, slightly surprised. "Wonder if Jelly's using a new recipe…" she mused to herself, drinking the rest of the cup. She look at the pot skeptically for a moment, then poured herself another cup. And another. And another.
Halfway through the fifth cup, she hazily noticed Skimbleshanks on the ground below near the back of the car, motioning for her to come down and join him. She slid off the car slowly, nearly losing her balance a few times, then sat down on the bumper. Skimble joined the other cats dancing after a moment, expecting his mate to follow. Jenny started to get up and dance with them, but the world was starting to get slightly fuzzy, and she was having more and more difficulty standing up straight, so she remained on the car bumper.
From his place with the other cats, Pouncival watched his mother out of the corner of his eye, snickering as he tossed an empty bag marked "CATNIP" behind a junkpile. "The Gumbie Cat, getting 'nipped. Guess she can't reprimand us anymore; she's in the same boat as Tugger and his friends!" the young adult thought to himself, grinning slyly.
It was true. Jennyanydots was as nipped, if not more so, than Tugger and his buddies. It wouldn't really pose that much of a problem; all the Jellicles were getting ready for the catnap they always took in the middle of the Ball, and with a little luck, no one would realize she'd been at the catnip. Jenny yawned and rolled over, half falling off the car bumper. She was semiconscious of the fact she was rolling around on the ground with another cat, but before she could try and decipher who it was, she had passed out on the ground with the rest of the sleeping Jellicles.
After a few minutes, all of the cats were awoken by Mistoffelees, Coricopat, and Tantomile alerting them of Grizabella sneaking around the Junkyard. Crawling to her feet, Jenny stumbled to the tire and sat there a moment, not really aware of what was going on around her, before crawling under the car and falling asleep.
(A short time later....)
"Psst, Jenny! Wake up!" a voice hissed. Opening her eyes, Jenny saw her friend Jellylorum trying to shake her awake. "What the….oh, my head…" the queen muttered, holding her head in one paw.
"Grizabella's come back again..... we've got to keep the kittens away from her, I don't want my daughters being wrongly influenced!" Jelly said, pulling the other queen to her feet. They confronted Grizabella for a moment, then dragged Jemima and Victoria away from the faded Glamour cat and ran off behind a junkpile.
Jenny had become fully awake, and the recent events started coming back to her. She remembered rolling around on the ground with another cat……a tom, in fact….a sleek black tom, with a mane….."Oh dear Heaviside!" she half screamed.
Jelly, by nature a jumpy, nervous queen, jumped a full foot in the air. "Jenny, what is it? What's wrong?"
The Gumbie's eyes were wide in horror. "I….I….I…." she spluttered, shaking her head.
"You what, dearie?" Jelly cried, exasperated.
Face pale with disbelief, Jenny managed to gasp out, "I spent the catnap with Tugger!"