�Pounce, wait!� Misto called. Pouncival kept walking. �No, Pounce!� Mistoffelees ran towards his friend, but was still ignored. �It just came as a shock, that�s all.� Misto continued trying to get Pouncival�s attention, but never got a response. Sighing, Misto stopped walking, leaving Pouncival on his own.
�I�m such an idiot!� Pounce exclaimed, hitting his head with his paw when he was out of Misto�s sight. �Why did I do that? I�m sure he�s going to feel real comfortable around me now. I need to talk to Demeter.� Pouncival continued on his way to the junkyard, jogging half of the time to get there faster.
�Demeter!� he shouted as loudly as he could when he got to the junkyard, not caring at the moment how much attention he attracted to himself. �Demeter!� Soon enough he found her looking stressed as she talked with his older brother, Munkustrap. �Demeter,� he hissed at her, walking in on their conversation.
�What Pounce?� she asked, looking half-glad for the interruption.
�I need to talk to you now!� he said firmly.
�Pounce, can�t this wait?� Munkustrap asked, sounding as stressed as Demeter looked. �I�m trying to talk to Demeter.�
�No, it can�t. Hence the use of the word now!�
�I�ll be back in a minute Munkus. Don�t go anywhere,� Demeter told him. He let out an annoyed sigh as she followed Pouncival away.
�Why are you his mate?� Pounce asked her curiously when he had pulled her into a crack between two junk piles.
�Just tell me why I�m here,� Demeter said, obviously not in the mood to talk about Munkustrap.
�Misto knows.�
�Misto knows what? There�s lots of things for Misto to know, so please just tell me.�
�Misto knows about me Dem.�
�Oh.� A look of surprise crossed her face. �How? Why�d you tell him?�
�I didn�t mean to!� he cried. �We were just talking and it came out. Now he�s going to spread it around and nobody�ll look at me the same again.�
�Pouncival, this is Misto we�re talking about. He won�t spread it around. Especially if you ask him not to and you know it.�
�He might though. That�s why I didn�t tell him when I told you,� Pouncival explained.
�Why did you tell me?� Demeter asked curiously.
�I needed to tell someone and I knew I could trust you. And if I couldn�t, then I could�ve always killed myself.�
�Oh. It�s not that bad you know. Anyway, if Misto comes to you about it, you realize you have to talk to him, right? He�s bound to be curious and you�ll have to do something about it,� she pointed out.
�Can�t I just send him to you?� Pouncival pleaded.
�Only if you want him to know that you like him.�
�No! Ok, I�ll answer his questions. Don�t tell him he�s the one though, please?�
�If you answer his questions, I won�t tell him anything. Now, I�d love to stay and talk, but I really need to get back to Munkustrap,� Demeter said.
�What were you talking about anyway?�
�Nothing,� Demeter answered a bit too quickly. �We�re just talking.� She swiftly disappeared, before Pounce could say anything. As he watched her leave, he noticed a few scratches on the back of her right leg. Ignoring them, Pouncival wiggled out of the crack, almost getting stuck a few times.
Ok, remember to lay off the tuna, Pounce, he told himself as he jumped onto the beam above the old car. He lay dozing in the sun, trying to decide what to tell Mistoffelees for the rest of the afternoon.