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