Cats

Grisabella the Glamour Cat

The music stopped in mid note. 'That's weird' Then Tugger hissed at something. Victoria and I looked at each other and nodded. We cautiously when's over to see what it was. There was a ragged looking cat with grey worn fur. The other cats backed up while I smiled at her a took a small step towards her. "Grimbok, the cat, who hesitates towards you, In the light of the moon that shines down on her, like a grin," Grimbok looked like she was about to cry but did take a hesitant step towards be but backed up when the other cats hissed. "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," I felt fur brush against me as I see Demeter snook towards Grimbok. "She-" the old queen started but was cut off by Demeter who raised her paw and leaned towards one of Grimbok's ears and sang "-haunted many a low resort, Near the grimy road of Tottenham court. She flitted about the No Man's Land, From 'The Rising Sun' to 'The Friend at Hand.'" I tensed when I felt hot breath against the back of my neck. I turned around and saw a Russian Blue queen with a pink spike studded collar around her neck smirking. "And the postman sighed as he scratched his head, You'd really think she ought to be dead." The grey furred feline is still smirking sang in my ear in a spine chilling tone. After Demeter circled Grimbok who is trembling strutted over and stood on the opposite side sang in union. "And who'd have ever supposed that that!" Their tone became rather harsh. I mouthed a "I'm sorry." to her. She nodded slightly at me. "Was Gri-zah-beh-lah, the glamour cat," The Russian Blue stepped forward hissing. "Gree-sah-beh-wah, the glamour cat," Demeter growled. "Demeter, Jemima, stop patronizing." Scowled Munkstrap while other cats were singing "And who'd have ever supposed that that, Was Grisabella the glamour cat," Grisabella scurried away while other cats were going back into the milk barn. Misto, Munkstrap, Victoria, and I were the only ones still outside. "Who was she?" I quietly asked Misto. "She used to be the star of the windmill, loved by cats and people. She traveled around the world, she was feline equivalent to a super model til her fame came to an end." He said wistfully. "What happened to her then?" Asked Victoria to Munkstrap. "She threw in her lot with McCavity. She helped with many raids and thefts... and even accidentally contributed to murder," Munkstrap said with a stern expression. Victoria and I looked at each other with wide eyes.