Jennyanydots, Cats

[thecatmummy]

A middle-aged queen with tiger stripes and leopard spots enters the Sorting Hall. She looks surprised, but quickly settles down, and submits her (very neat) application.

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[keygirl_dawn]

Hi! My name's Dawn. Are you a nice cat? What's a mouse cake? And what's a lace tat? My mom always said I had tats in my hair, but she's dead now.

[thecatmummy]

Aw, a human kit.

'I'm so sorry to hear about your mother, little one,' says Jenny tenderly. 'My name's Jennyanydots, or Jenny...a mouse-cake is a little scone of bread and dried peas, and a lace tat...well, you know lace in tablecloths or doilies? It's how you make it.'

[keygirl_dawn]

"Oh," says Dawn, wrinkling her nose. "That sounds like English food. Ick. But you're nice, Jenny, so I'll vote you into Hufflelapuff with the other cats, 'kay?"

[thecatmummy]

'Oh. Thank you, Dawn,' says Jenny gratefully. 'Please do!'

[pollicle_zapper]

Whenever a Jellicle applies, Quaxo has the tendency to pounce and babble and be a generally bouncy kitten about it. However this time, his relief and happiness were so huge, so utterly, completely engulfing that he didn't really know what to do. Jenny was here. Nothing was scary anymore because Jenny was here. There could be strange cookies, and suddenly waking up and not knowing why you hurt a lot, and your friends not explaining things to you, but it would be okay now that she's here. She'd set things right.

Quaxo slowly padded up to Jennyanydots. His bottom lip was trembling and he sniffled a little.

"Jenny?" he whispered, still not absolutely sure it was really her.

Mistoffelees, who had been trailing behind Quaxo into the Sorting Room but stopped when he saw who was there, tactfully stayed behind. This was not his thing, he reasoned. He'd say hello to Jenny later.

[thecatmummy]

Jenny smiles kindly.

'Quaxo! My dear, how are you?' she says, delighted.

[pollicle_zapper]

It was really, really her! Oh joy! Oh bliss! Oh happiness like only a kitten can have! Quaxo practically shone, and still he felt a little bit like crying. It was just so good to see her.

"'M okay," he said and nuzzled her chest tightly, trying to be a big tom a blink away his tears. "I'm so glad you're here!" His voice broke a little.

[thecatmummy]

Jenny pats his back gently. 'Have you had an awful time?' she asks, astonished. 'I would have thought a kit like you would make friends easily.'

[teamseaslug]

Osaka flaps over to the new applicant and waves. "A cat that cooks for mice? You sound so nice! My friend Sakaki-san would love you, unless you bit her. Well," she amends, "maybe even then." Ask her if she wants you to bring her a cookie. "No, I'm not going to ask that, you may as well give up!"

[thecatmummy]

Jennyanydots tries not to choke on her tea. 'I'd not bite,' she is quick to reassure the flying woman. 'How do you fly like that?'

She knows all about the talking-to-yourself. Quaxo does it sometimes.

[teamseaslug]

"That's good. Cats are always biting her, except for the pikanya."

She tries to whisper, even though she knows that the pigtails can still probably hear her. "Whatever you do, don't eat the cookies! I ate one and it made pigtails like the ones my best friend has grow on my head. They can make me fly, but they're trying to get me to get other people to have them, too. They're evil." The pigtails give an evil pigtail-y laugh inside her head.

[thecatmummy]

That must be what Quaxo meant. Ah.

'Thank you for telling me,' she says graciously. 'Can everyone, um, fly?'

[ticklemeskimble]

!!!!!!!!!!!

Upon reading the application, Skimbleshanks the newly-transformed kitten of the Rail Way Station looked around frantically. When he finally spotted Jennyanydots in the crowd, he ran for her and would have probably pounced if he didn't remember at the last second that he was occupying an orange kitten's body.

"MEW!!!" Skimbleshanks pleaded, pawing at his mate's tail. "Mew, mew, mew!"

[thecatmummy]

Jenny growls and is about to give the kitten a piece of her mind when she looks, really looks, at the cat.

'Skimbleshanks?!'

[ticklemeskimble]

((TWU LUV!))

Skimbleshanks could just lick her all over for being such a bright queen. Instead, the kitten just nodded enthusiastically and ran around in circles in excitement.

"Mwawr!"

[thecatmummy]

'Oh, dear Bast,' she groans. 'Are you a kitten forever?'

She hopes not. Let's not go there.

[damnfinecupof]

Magical cookies being much weaker than Rita Repulsa's finely-honed skill at turning people into goats, Coop was back to his old self the day after ingesting said cookies. Cooper: Back On The Case.

And the case grew ever more murky, as he found when he entered the Sorting Room to discover yet another talking cat.

"Special Agent Dale Cooper," he introduced himself briskly to the talking cat. It would be Homsar and possibly Sirius who'd do any undercover investigation on this case; no reason to conceal his own identity. "I see from the application your name is Jennyanydots. That's a very unusual name. Who's this Macavity you mentioned, and who are his agents?"

[thecatmummy]

Jennyanydots smiles at the man. 'Thank you--every Jellicle cat must have three different names, you see, this is my second one.'

Her face darkens. 'Macavity is a--cat, I suppose--who has a vendetta against our Tribe, the Jellicles. He is a magician, a liar, a cheat and ostensibly a gentletom to any lady who might take his fancy. His henchmen aren't known--he uses renegade cats at times, at other times, rats...'

She sighs. 'He is a problem, and no mistake. Tea?'

She holds up the thermos.

[damnfinecupof]

Cooper regarded the thermos with a blank look (which meant that he felt suspicious but wasn't showing it). If the talking cats were drug runners, he didn't want to ingest anything in their possession. He raised his ever-present coffee mug with a show of joviality. "No, thanks, I'm covered. Appreciate the offer, ma'am. Now these Jellicles, are they a sort of gang?"

[thecatmummy]

Jenny nods. 'Quite alright. The Jellicles a gang? Goodness, no! Gangs and mobs are for ruffians and kittens with more time than sense.'

'Or crimelords,' she adds, brow furrowed and sighing.