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The cool crisp air of morning stung Jemima's golden green eyes as she stretched nonchalantly, tenderly batting at a yellow leaf, which had floated delicately to her paws. It was fall, and Jemima knew what that meant. Today was the first day she would travel to the city with Munkustrap, which was an honor for a young cat like herself. Leaping to her paws excitedly, she raced out of her den to find Munkustrap chatting with Mistoffelees and Rum Tum Tugger. A group of younger cats sat behind Tugger, pawing at his tail and squealing with excitement every time it swayed the other direction. Jemima almost bumped into Plato as she gazed at his amazin