I adore Victoria in the musical Cats; she is so pure and innocent even though some people see other whys. She is such a great dancer, impressing a good few toms. This story is all about her view of life as a jellicle cat.

Victoria's view on life can be a very complicated thing - I warn you now.

I looked up at the moon and slowly began to dance; I smiled as I gently turned. I loved dancing so much, it just made me feel like I was the only person that mattered and that I was all alone, even when I was not.

As I danced I saw that Plato was playing with Jemima as he always did and that my sister Etcetera and Electra were playing around together, acting super hyper as they always did. And there I was dancing as I always was. Yep, everything was always the same in the jellicle tribe.

Etcetera came running up to me, pulling me out of my dancing trance. She laughed, and whispered "You're a really good dancer, but you might want to stop once in a while" I looked her in surprise, thinking why she had said what she had.

Well, Etcy was hyper all the time so probably wanted me to play with her and Electra.

I looked at all the other kittens playing and thought if all they want to do is play, they will not be getting mates at the Jellicle ball, will they? No.

I danced thinking about the jellicle ball. Would a tom really like little me? They like the older cats, do they not? I am only ten months old; most of the tom kittens are older than me. I stopped and sighed.

I looked at all the jellicles around me, thinking. I loved being a jellicle cat; I do not think I could stand being a normal cat, even though playing with my human Grace is pretty fun. I laughed to myself.

I began to dance again, as I did I saw my mother – Demeter- smiling at me. She whispered "Keep dancing my beauty, you will get a mate, no problems"

I do not know how she does that, it is like she is reading my mind. I love her all the same, out of me and Etcetera; I thought she liked me more. She probably loves us both the same, but I like to think she loves me more.

I danced more and more, thinking about mates, my mother and my sister. But most of all I just enjoyed dancing.

I stopped dancing for a moment and softly brushed my paw behind my ear. As I did, I noticed a pair of green orb eyes staring at me; I crept closer to them, curious. I jumped away, spooked when the eyes blinked and seemed to get closer.

Nevertheless, I tiptoed forward. I saw a black tom with a white bib over his chest. He was wearing no collar, but had a black marking on his white bib that kind of looked like a bow tie. He suddenly moved forwards a little bit more. He smiled. I blushed. I had never seen this tom but he did remind me of someone I used to know. Even though he was new to me, I really liked him.

Maybe, just maybe, my luck is finally changing with the toms.