A/N: Well this is quite the surprise... Two stories in less than a week. Well, this one really has meaning behind it, the other one was just to write. This is one of my earlier pieces of writing I wrote a year ago (today actually). It changes tenses in the last two paragraphs and I tweaked it a little bit. Enjoy for your reading pleasures.

I was stupid, when I was young…

I abandoned the tribe I called home, ever since I was a newborn kitten. I turned away from them, wanting more in my life. I was beautiful and charming, I had a voice that was so beautiful and pleasing. And I threw it all away…

The streets were not kind to me at all. I saw things that I never, in my life, could have ever imagined. I never realized how tough it would be out there, or how lucky I was to live in that Junkyard.

I missed it so much, but I didn't dare go back, for fear that they would turn their backs on me. I couldn't face them, not then. I couldn't face the only place where I was once loved. Where I had a family and all I could have ever really needed.

It took me years to find even the slightest shred of courage t walk into the Junkyard when I finally did. I knew they were celebrating in the Jellicle Ball. I knew that Old Deuteronomy would send one cat up to the Heavyside Layer to be reborn. I knew it was my last chance at forgiveness, to finally have peace in my life.

They had every right to shun me and to not accept me into their tribe once more. I can't blame them for that; I can only blame myself. I was a fool for thinking that there were better things out there. I was stupid to leave behind everything I did.

But they forgave me. After everything I had done, they had found it somewhere in their hearts to accept me. Somewhere they saw I had learned from my mistakes and as a reward I was chosen to start over and be reborn.

I couldn't be any happier than I am now as I journey up to the Heavyside Layer. And to all of the cats rejoicing below me as I climb the golden steps, my last words are these:

I, Grizabella the Glamour Cat, am sorry for all of my troubles and to all those I may have hurt along the path I had unfortunately chosen to take. I'm sorry…

Dedicated to my grandmother who passed away last year. Though she knew nothing about Cats, or my obsession with it, she's like Grizabella and gone to a better place...
RIP Nanny...