Grizabella - CATS

Grizabella intrudes once more, wanting to rejoin her 
family and be a part of the celebration. The cats again 
scorn her. She is left to contemplate her "Memory" of 
the time before she left the tribe, when she was once 
young, beautiful and happy.

GRIZABELLA: 
You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand 
And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin 

Silence - not a sound from the pavement 
Has the moon lost her memory 
She is smiling alone 
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet 
And the wind begins to moan 

Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning 
Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters 
And soon it will be morning 

Memory - all alone in the moonlight 
I can smile at the old days 
I was beautiful then 
I remember the time I knew what happiness was 
Let the memory live again 

She yearns to be accepted, and she stretches out her hand
behind her, hoping another cat will touch her. It doesn't happen. 
She slinks off into the night.


ACT II