Baby I'm Longing For- First Draft

I'm Holding On!

Later that night, after Munkustrap had gone on his errands, Bombalurina found herself being joined by a very sullen Rumpleteazer.

"Still no luck with our Steel Knight then, I take it?" Rumpleteazer shook her head sadly.

"I think I might have blown it, good and proper!" she admitted.

"Well, there is still one thing you could try." Bombalurina smirked.

"What? I'm willing to try anything!"

"Rape him."

"Although, I think that might be a bit extreme, Bombi, even for me!"

"No trust me! He might be as stubborn as a mule with a hangover, but sometimes, all a tom needs is a bit of gentle persuasion. And if you touch the right spot, there's no way he'll be able to refuse. He'll be eating out of your hand before you know it!"

"I'm not sure about this..."

"Look. I know Munkustrap very well. Enough to know that he is just another male, and there will be a huge part of him that wants to say yes."

"Really?"

"Really. Take it from me, he's a good Tom, which is why he is currently listening to the small part of him that has a very strong moral compass. And this moral compass is telling him that you are too young to face all the commitments that come with being a mother. Therefore, it is up to you, to prove to him that you are.

Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'
Plannin' and dreamin' each night of his charms
That won't get you into his arms
So if you're lookin' to find love you can share
All you gotta do is hold him and kiss him and love him
And show him that you care
Show him that you care just for him
Do the things he likes to do
Wear your hair just for him, 'cause
You won't get him
Thinkin' and a-prayin', wishin' and a-hopin'
'Cause wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'
Plannin' and dreamin' his kisses will start
That won't get you into his heart
So if you're thinkin' of how great true love is
All you gotta do is hold him and kiss him and squeeze him and love him
Yeah, just do it
And after you do, you will be his
You gotta show him that you care just for him
Do the things he likes to do
Wear your hair just for him, 'cause
You won't get him
Thinkin' and a-prayin', wishin' and a-hopin'
'Cause wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'
Plannin' and dreamin' his kisses will start
That won't get you into his heart
So if you're thinkin' of how great true love is
All you gotta do is hold him and kiss him and squeeze him and love him
Yeah, just do it
And after you do, you will be his
You will be his
You will be his."

(Wishing and Hoping by Dusty Springfield)

"So where exactly is this 'spot' you're on about?"

"Come here, I'll show you..."

The Wellington Arms was full of the usual crowd of post workers and social drinkers wanting a meal, a drink of either milk or a weak alcoholic drink known as Moonshine (a blend of water with a few drops of clear alcohol in it. That was all that was needed, as anymore could make a cat seriously ill) and a game of pool or darts, whereas others were there for the pie and football night. Every so often, loud cheering, chanting or booing could be heard coming from the back room, where testosterone filled males were congregated around a television screen. Munkustrap stood at the bar, having just purchased a glass of Moonshine, which he knocked back in one swift movement. He had just completed a particularly tough training session with his trainer, The Great Rumpus Cat, in which he had learnt everything there was to know about knives and how to defend himself against them. It had been most productive. He hadn't been allowed to leave until Rumpus was certain that every lesson had been drilled in. And drilled in they had been. Munkustrap was feeling that light headed ache that one tends to feel after a particularly gruelling activity and now, all he wanted, was a quiet drink. Chance would be a fine thing!