Demeter sighed as she watched Pouncival and Tumblebrutus chasing Jemima and Victoria around the junkyard. She began to remember herself when she was young like Jemima, sweet and innocent. That was of course, before Macavity came into her life. She shook her head as if to chase away the horrible memories that flowed into her mind.
“What’s wrong?” Munkustrap asked wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
“Just thinking about when we were younger,” she replied. “Remember when Tugger and Alonzo used to chase me and Bomba around the Junkyard?” she asked looking up into his big green eyes.
“All too well,” he said chuckling. “It was quite funny to watch actually.”
Demeter hit him playfully before resting her head on his shoulder as she returned to watching the kittens.