Hello all! How are you? Chapter 10 is up! And now the thanking part of the A/N! A very special thanks to: , Pink Schmetterling, Cocobutterrox, eld mcm, and as always a enormus thanks to my beta Lunaraquafy! This is Jellylorum's rant, and don't worry some humor chapters are coming this way!
Basically Jelly ranting to herself about the world and her problems.
This isn't fair! That pollicle loving Grizabella is a thieving asshole. She didn't deserve to go to the Heaviside Layer and get reincarnated. That spot should have gone to Gus. He lived a long and hard life, and yet he was so humble. She lived a petty short life, full of drama that could have been prevented. Gus preformed in professional theater, he played deep moving parts. All that bitch did was ruin lives and run.
Why is everybody so accepting of her, after all she left us. She gave us no reason to allow her back except that she was sorry. Can you believe it, a single word is not going to undo what she did. How could she even think that it would? I hope she knows how low she is.
She did something horrible, something inexcusable. I don't even know why she is still living. If I were her I would probably kill myself. Living with the guilt of what I had done...
She got pregnant with some bastard rouge's kitten, and expected us to be okay with it. Then to make matters worse, after she gave birth, she left. Just left! No telling anyone, no note, she just left her kitten on my door and left. She expected us to take care of it! Can you believe that? And it's not like she was raped, the pregnancy was perfectly preventable!
That horrible queen had a lovely kitten, a beautiful living creature that she just gave up. A kitten is a miracle, it's a gift from Heaviside above. She treated it like it was some inanimate object. Like it had no potential or future in front of it.
After she left I took in the poor kit, and raised him as my own. After all my little Asparagus Jr. hadn't hurt anyone, it was that twisted witch. I do not regret taken in Asparagus or Gussy as I like to call him, even though Grizabella was his mother, they looked nothing alike, and he certainly didn't act like her. I brought him up to be a respectable gentle tom with good nature.
He has no memory of Grizabella, and even if I do tell him I'm sure he wouldn't care, I'm his mummy and I have been since the day she left. She doesn't even remember the little dear. I suppose thats a good thing, less drama for Gussy. Now that he's a full grown cat he can look for her, but I doubt he will. He has all he could ever want right here with me.
When Grizabella showed up asking for forgiveness I knew that I needed to protect the kittens. If they saw her they might get ideas, after all their little minds are so impressionable, if they saw how the witch lived they could be tempted. I also told Munkustap to keep everyone away from her, she is bad. Thank the Everlasting Cat, she left.
When Gus's song came up I went with him to talk him up a bit, and increase his chance of being chosen. Although I was positive he had this one paws down. He had lived the longest (save Old Deuteronomy). When his song was over I was so sure he would get into Heaviside. I'll bet he would have to if it wasn't for that feral beast.
Some days I think that I'm too hard on her, but then I remember Gus. Poor, disabled, palsy ridden Gus. His last few years of life were so difficult that he could barely manage to go out and meet up with his acting buddies at the local pubs. He was so sick.
During his final hours of life Gus told me, "This is just part of the role I was meant to play.". A part of me wants to believe that, but I knew how much he wanted to be reborn. He would go on for hours on end about the things he would do with a young body again, the difference he could make in the world. With youth on his side people would listen to him.
This ball was his last chance, and now he is gone. There is no more Gus the theater cat and there never will be again. He is lost forever. I want him back, I miss him so much. Gus was like a father to me, so kind and admirable. He died just two days after the ball, he knew that his last chance was gone, he was ready for it. I couldn't tell if he was complacent about dying or not.
What I hate most about this whole ordeal is that no one but Gussy and I are even phased by it. One of the greatest cats in the Junkyard is gone and no cat gives a damn! I hope they appreciated his wisdom and humility while it lasted, because ladies and gentle tom, Gus the theater cat has taken his final bows.
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