#5 Grizabella the Glamour Cat

"You see the border of her coat is torn, and stained with sand." Everyone could see the pain that she felt as she sang, but she whispered on. "You see the corner of her eyes twist... like a crooked pin." She could feel the stares on her back, and she whirled around, catching glimpses of Jennyanydots, Jellylorum, and her sons. The Tugger had shunned her, and now sweet Munkustrap stood between her and the tribe.

"Munk," she wanted to whisper. She looked up at his usually kind face, but it showed no signs of compassion towards her. He kept glancing around the tribe, first at his mate, then his brother. She shook her head, and began to walk on. She held her chin high, but she wanted to weep. Her own son! Her own son!

She heard words behind her, and they cut to the core. "The postman sighed as he scratched his head... You'd really have thought she ought to be dead!" Shame boiled inside of her at the painful reminders of her days with Deuteronomy and then the nights she spent with so many others. Her beautiful black coat was forever torn and ruined by the strange disease that had attacked her body. Pain wracked her body, and she was bent double with the force of it, but no one came to help her.... She was all alone, and feared she would be forever.