Note: This is my first fan fiction, so if you review, don't be too harsh.
Disclaimer: Well, T.S Elliot is dead, and I can assure you I'm not Andrew Lloyd Webber. I didn't create CATS! But this is my interpretation and added story behind the mating dance.
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"No, that's the wrong row, Jellylorum, dear." Instructed Jennyanydots as she and her friend, Jellylorum were sitting on the TSE 1 car, doing needlepoint while watching the pure white kitten, Jenny's daughter, dance. Jellylorum sighed and nodded, undoing her last few stitches. She put down the needle and canvas and turned to face Jenny. "How's that daughter of yours-- Victoria, right? She's almost out of her kittenhood. Have you and Skimble thought of any tom who would be suitable to do the mating dance at the Jellicle Ball with her?"
It was true; Victoria, the daughter of Jennyanydots and Skimbleshanks, was the eldest out of the female kittens. And it was also true, that when it was time for a kitten to come into her adulthood, the parents or parental figures of that kitten would pick their first mates. In the Jellicle tribe, the queens and toms went through many mates, or at least were permitted to. But when they announce their "True Mate" at a special ceremony where Old Deuteronomy comes out just for them, their decision is final. Going back after announcing a true mate is equal to expulsion from the Jellicle Tribe. Not surprisingly, the "True Mate" ceremony is being held less and less frequently. It was quite a vow to commit to.
Jenny took a deep breath, and put down her work down as well. "Skimble and I have spent sleepless nights on it. She seems interested in that Mistofelees tom, but I don't know how long that'll last. And for all any of us know, he just put some love spell on her." She wasn't very fond of magic, whether it be good or bad. Jellylorum shook her head. "Mistofelees wouldn't do that." She said. Jenny shrugged, and went on, "All we want is for her to be happy with her first mate. Skimble was my first, and only, mate. You even remember the True Mate ceremony we had." Jelly nodded.
Gus the Theatre Cat trudged closer to Jenny and Jellylorum. He had overheard their conversation. "If I made be so bold to interrupt, and give my opinion.." he started. The two older queens turned toward the old tom, while Jellylorum exclaimed, "Father!" Jenny smiled and said, "Of course. Perhaps your wisdom can help us.."
Gus grinned and pointed over to the drain pipe, where the young tom Plato was hiding, but also admiring Victoria dance. "That's Plato." He said, although the two queens already knew. "He is a bit older than Victoria, him being almost two years old, while she's still ten months." Jenny disrupted Gus. "Uh.. ten and a quarter." She said. Gus laughed. "Only a mother would know."
Jenny nodded, a bit embarrassed and said, "Go on." Gus sighed and resumed what he was saying. "I've been watching him for a while, and I don't think he has once let his eyes off of your girl. And whenever he has a chance to speak to her, you see him get tense; nervous. Got a bad case of love sickness for Victoria if you ask me."
Jenny stared more at the white a brown tom. "But the biggest thing to worry about is if she loves him as well. Like I was saying with Jelly, Skimble and I only want our Victoria happy."
Gus shrugged. "Well watch her. Get her closer to Plato, in different circumstances. See how she reacts with him. But I can tell he would be a wonderful provider and protector to Victoria, if she ever needed him. Just think about that." He said, then walked away slowly.
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