Of Mistofelees, Electra, and A Love That Got Away
My name is Electra, and if you have a minute or two to spare I'd like to tell you about my true love-the love that got away. I'm old now, old and withered, and I can only look back at these experiences.
But the memories-however faded-are fond. Fond, with just a touch of sweet sadness. You know, the kind of sadness that's too hard to place a paw on. Like a goldfish that you just want to gobble up, but you can't grasp it.
I cry when I think about my true love, about the love that I might have had. But I'm getting ahead of myself, as I often do. I'll start at the very beginning, and-though it's hard to imagine-you must picture me as a small kitten.
"Look," whispered Mistofelees, "the sunset. Can you see it? Isn't it beautiful?"
"Beautiful," I purred, and cuddled in closer to him. He had put his arm around me, which was Step One in my best friend Etcetera's Guide To Dating Toms.
"Kind of like you," he murmured.
Cliché, I thought, but on the outside I laughed, "Oh, Misto."
"Here." Mistofelees slipped a ring on my finger. "It's a promise ring. A promise that we'll mate someday."
I admired the ring, and told him truthfully, "I love it. It's wonderful. I can't wait!"
Mistofelees laughed. "C'mon, we'd better get back to the Junkyard. They'll be wondering about us by now."
Two years later, Mistofelees came to me and said, "Do you still have that promise ring I gave you?"
I nodded. "Yes, I do"-and I flashed it before him, to prove.
"Lovely." He smiled. "We'll have lots of kittens, won't we?"
"Lots," I agreed.
"Hmm." Mistofelees kissed my neck and whispered, "You are so beautiful, Electra. I love you so much."
"I.I love you too," I replied.
The day of the Jellicle Ball-where Victoria would choose a mate- Mistofelees came up to me, as I watched Victoria practice. "She's amazing, isn't she?" he asked.
I shrugged. "She's alright." It was only out of pure jealousy that I didn't admit how wonderful I knew that she was. "Why?" I teased, "Do you like her?"
Mistofelees blushed. "Uh.'course not."
"Misto!" I shrieked, tears welling up in my eyes. "You do love her!"
"Yes," sighed Misto, "that's true. But I'm going to mate with you. Plato will pick her tonight, I know."
"Glad to know I'm your second choice," I snapped bitterly.
"Electra," said Misto.
I shook my head and slipped the ring off my finger. "Give it to her."
That night, Mistofelees and Victoria became mates. I was so jealous that I buried myself in my den for a year. Finally, I was mated to Alonzo. It was a happy enough match, and we loved each other until the day that he died.
And what of sweet Misto?
He's dead now, although he and Victoria had lots of kittens that were the envy of the entire tribe.
It's about my time to leave this planet, I know. But I also know that certain things happen for a reason. Like if I had mated with Misto, I would have been a Magicians Sidekick all my life. With Alonzo, there was room to grow.
Knowing that doesn't ease the pain.
I miss Mistofelees.
I love Mistofelees.
My name is Electra, and if you have a minute or two to spare I'd like to tell you about my true love-the love that got away. I'm old now, old and withered, and I can only look back at these experiences.
But the memories-however faded-are fond. Fond, with just a touch of sweet sadness. You know, the kind of sadness that's too hard to place a paw on. Like a goldfish that you just want to gobble up, but you can't grasp it.
I cry when I think about my true love, about the love that I might have had. But I'm getting ahead of myself, as I often do. I'll start at the very beginning, and-though it's hard to imagine-you must picture me as a small kitten.
"Look," whispered Mistofelees, "the sunset. Can you see it? Isn't it beautiful?"
"Beautiful," I purred, and cuddled in closer to him. He had put his arm around me, which was Step One in my best friend Etcetera's Guide To Dating Toms.
"Kind of like you," he murmured.
Cliché, I thought, but on the outside I laughed, "Oh, Misto."
"Here." Mistofelees slipped a ring on my finger. "It's a promise ring. A promise that we'll mate someday."
I admired the ring, and told him truthfully, "I love it. It's wonderful. I can't wait!"
Mistofelees laughed. "C'mon, we'd better get back to the Junkyard. They'll be wondering about us by now."
Two years later, Mistofelees came to me and said, "Do you still have that promise ring I gave you?"
I nodded. "Yes, I do"-and I flashed it before him, to prove.
"Lovely." He smiled. "We'll have lots of kittens, won't we?"
"Lots," I agreed.
"Hmm." Mistofelees kissed my neck and whispered, "You are so beautiful, Electra. I love you so much."
"I.I love you too," I replied.
The day of the Jellicle Ball-where Victoria would choose a mate- Mistofelees came up to me, as I watched Victoria practice. "She's amazing, isn't she?" he asked.
I shrugged. "She's alright." It was only out of pure jealousy that I didn't admit how wonderful I knew that she was. "Why?" I teased, "Do you like her?"
Mistofelees blushed. "Uh.'course not."
"Misto!" I shrieked, tears welling up in my eyes. "You do love her!"
"Yes," sighed Misto, "that's true. But I'm going to mate with you. Plato will pick her tonight, I know."
"Glad to know I'm your second choice," I snapped bitterly.
"Electra," said Misto.
I shook my head and slipped the ring off my finger. "Give it to her."
That night, Mistofelees and Victoria became mates. I was so jealous that I buried myself in my den for a year. Finally, I was mated to Alonzo. It was a happy enough match, and we loved each other until the day that he died.
And what of sweet Misto?
He's dead now, although he and Victoria had lots of kittens that were the envy of the entire tribe.
It's about my time to leave this planet, I know. But I also know that certain things happen for a reason. Like if I had mated with Misto, I would have been a Magicians Sidekick all my life. With Alonzo, there was room to grow.
Knowing that doesn't ease the pain.
I miss Mistofelees.
I love Mistofelees.