Skimble is away from the junkyard for a good portion of the year, working on the Northern Mail as the resident railway cat (and unofficial supervisor). But, when his job is finished, he wanders back home to his wife, a good cup of tea, and a group of impatient kittens waiting for his arrival. He would find a nice place to sit, and they would swarm around him like flies to honey, eager for stories and the occasional present from their good-natured Uncle. And, though he was tired, he would oblige.

Um... I don't know why I drew this exactly, but I've been listening to cats while I work, I guess. *laughs* Munku, Tugger, Bomba, and Demeter being all young like, I guess. And um... he's sitting on a bean bag chair because I said so.

Skimble's one of my favorites. I have no idea why. Because he's adorable and awesome, maybe. gahahaha

Cats (c) Andrew Lloyd Webber