I notice that looking at the very first broadway designs for Cats, before they were refined over time, they have this scruffy, almost dirty look. To be honest they almost look a little terrifying, especially Timothy Scott’s Misto, and also kind of like sewer rats. A lot of folks think it’s scary looking and they r happy w the changes, but to me, the scariness is part of the charm.
Like jellicle cats aren’t your normal housecat.
For example, when you walk past a group of them in the streets, they turn to you with glowing eyes and hiss with too many teeth.
You see a white cat watching you inside your house with black eyes, and you think you see it stand on two legs and bring it’s leg up into an unnatural bend. When you blink, it is only kicking it’s paw, barely glancing at you.
You kick a cat aside with the toe of your boot on your way to work. It has red, mangy fur, and it glares at you, throwing it’s head side to side like an angry snake. The next morning you wake up in pain, and you watch in the mirror as scratches appear on your back in jagged lines.
You leave a saucer of milk out for a small black cat with a white face, that seems to look directly into your eyes as it accepts your gift and quickly scampers away. Later, you find your mother’s bracelet on the table, which she had lost years before.
You slow down your car as you see an old, fat cat cross the street at a leisurely pace. You will be late for work, but you stop and let the cat go on it’s way. You think you see it wink at you as you drive. You tip your hat at it.
An old and grimy cat sleeps under your overhang. You let it stay there, it’s not harming you. The next day the old cat has disappeared, and an adolescent kitten is in its place. It seems to nod it’s head at you. It has the same eyes as the old cat.
Two identical calicos scurry across your lawn. You think you see them carrying little bags.
A grey cat appears once a year at your door. It waits paitiently as you go inside and come back out with a fish. It seems to bow at you at it accepts, and you have strangely good luck for a while after.
A fluffy brown cat listens to your record player just outside your window. It yowls with the music, and you turn it up louder so it can hear.
Sometimes you hear singing during the full moon. When you look outside, however, you only see golden eyes peeking out at you from the junkyard.
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