"Mommy, where are you going?" The beautiful, young queen paused momentarily to glance down with disinterest at her youngest son.
"I'm leaving, Tigger. The Junkyard is not the place for me."
"Mommy, my name's Tugger, not Tigger. And why are you leaving? Did I do something wrong? Is it cuz I fought with Munkustrap over that mouse earlier today?"
Grizabella rolled her eyes. She didn't have the time for this.
"No, Tugger. I just can't stand living here for one more second. There's better out there for me."
"Can't I go with you, Mommy?" Grizabella couldn't help it - she laughed. Loud and cruel. Cruel enough for the kitten to take a small step back, regretting the question.
"Tugger, this Junkyard is no place for a cat such as myself. Do you know what they call me, Tugger?"
"...Grizabella the Glamour Cat?"
"Precisely. Now, Tugger, don't look so sad, listen to Mommy. Doesn't it seem cruel that beauty such as this is kept hidden in this Junkyard? Don't you think it would be fair to let cats from other places see such beauty?"
"But, Mommy, if you just leave, you might not be able to come back!" Unable to help himself, the young Tugger ran forward and buried his face in his mother's fur, clinging to her as if his life depended on it.
"Now, Tugger, stop that." Grizabella pushed her son away from her and turned away. "I know the rest of the Tribe won't welcome me back. But, in all honesty, I'll be having so much fun out in the world, I'll never want to return. Goodbye, Tugger. I don't imagine we'll be seeing each other again."
"Mommy, please! Don't leave me..." Tugger pleaded, but his mother was already walking away, seemingly oblivious to her son's cries.
"Tugger, please-"
"Go away."
"Rum Tum Tugger, my son, I want to return to the Tribe."
"I'm not your son! What kind of mother abandons their own child?"
"Tugger, please, I'm sorry. I was so young and foolish back then. I wanted so much more, and I just couldn't see that all I needed was right in front of me. You, and your brother, and your father."
"We want nothing to do with you!" Tugger whirled around and glared at the grizzled, old cat who stood behind him. Grizabella, the "Glamour Cat", now merely a shell of her former beautiful self, pleading for her youngest son to return to her. "No one wants anything to do with you. You abandoned us, you didn't care. Why should we accept you back."
"My son, I'm old. I'm not the beautiful cat I once was. Friends I met on my travels turned away at the sight of me. They didn't care about me because I look hideous. I've realized that I never should have left the one place where I would always be accepted, no matter what I looked like. Please-" The Glamour Cat grasped her son's arm and stared into his eyes. "Trust me."
Rum Tum Tugger yanked his arm out of his mother's grip.
"I did trust you. Then you gave me reason not to. Why should I start trusting you now?"
"Tugger-"
"Goodbye, Mother. I don't imagine we'll be seeing each other again."
"Tugger, please wait-" Tugger turned on his heel and walked away, ignoring his mother's cries as she fell to her knees and wept.
I don't quite know where this came from. I recently watched the musical Cats, and I really liked it. I personally think that Grizabella is the mother of Munkustrap and Tugger, and possibly Macavity, but I'm still not sure on that. I do think that Deuteronomy is the father of all three however. This is how I think Tugger may have acted when Grizabella left, and the reason he is so cruel to her whenever she returns.
