Obsession
I love him. He's mine. I won't let these idiots take him away from me. Never. He's mine. He'll always be mine. He's to beautiful to belong to any other but I. Mine. Not Andrew Loyde Webber's, or T.S. Elliot's. Mine. I'm waiting. Waiting for a chance to see HIM. My beautiful silver tabby. He's mine. I'm going to see him. He's going to come with me. He's going to be mine. Tonight. I'm standing in the street, waiting. Quiet as a mouse. Hehe. No one can see me. No one can guess. He's mine. I'm taking him away tonight. Ah. They've opened the doors. I think I'll watch awhile. No need to hurry. I'll listen to his amazing voice. That's what I'll do. I'm handing my ticket over to the expressionless ticket holder, or whatever you want to call them. What's his problem any way? Can't he see that tonight's the night I get my wish? He should be smiling, laughing, leaping for joy! These people are so stupid. They have no feelings. No emotions. Idiots all of them. But I don't care. I'm smiling. I'm happy. He's mine, that's all that matters. I'm sitting down now. The lights are going down. Music. A queen just ran out on stage and hissed at me. I know who she is, and she obviously knows me. Why else would she hiss? She knows he's mine now. He no longer belongs to her. Mine. I watch. He's so wonderful. And he's mine. Time sure has gone by quickly. They've already started the second act, and I didn't even notice. Can you blame me? Who could take their eyes away from that stunning silver tabby? No one. Oh, I hate this song. Gus the Theater Cat. Gus is unimportant. He's the only one that matters. I'm making my move. I'm moving toward the steps. Wait a minuet! Who's this? This stupid little man has just stepped in my way! He's telling me I have to leave! How dare he! Doesn't he understand he's mine? I'm growling something at him between my teeth. He's not moving. Something about contacting the authorities? Fine. But if I can't have him, no one will. I'm taking out my gun, and pointing it up, up at HIM. What was that? Just as I pull the trigger, I see a blur, then the shot goes off. A scream. Silence. Munkustrap's still standing. There's someone on the floor. I've got to run. They won't understand. The theater burst into action. I hear someone shout,
"Get him!" And I turn and run. They're gaining on me. I won't look back. Red and blue lights'. The cops. I guess this is the end of the line. I point my gun, and then hear a shot, but It's not mine. Pain. In my arm, my leg, my stomach. I'm down. I see my mother, my father. I see HIM. Munkustrap the silver tabby. And then everything goes black. Goodbye.
I love him. He's mine. I won't let these idiots take him away from me. Never. He's mine. He'll always be mine. He's to beautiful to belong to any other but I. Mine. Not Andrew Loyde Webber's, or T.S. Elliot's. Mine. I'm waiting. Waiting for a chance to see HIM. My beautiful silver tabby. He's mine. I'm going to see him. He's going to come with me. He's going to be mine. Tonight. I'm standing in the street, waiting. Quiet as a mouse. Hehe. No one can see me. No one can guess. He's mine. I'm taking him away tonight. Ah. They've opened the doors. I think I'll watch awhile. No need to hurry. I'll listen to his amazing voice. That's what I'll do. I'm handing my ticket over to the expressionless ticket holder, or whatever you want to call them. What's his problem any way? Can't he see that tonight's the night I get my wish? He should be smiling, laughing, leaping for joy! These people are so stupid. They have no feelings. No emotions. Idiots all of them. But I don't care. I'm smiling. I'm happy. He's mine, that's all that matters. I'm sitting down now. The lights are going down. Music. A queen just ran out on stage and hissed at me. I know who she is, and she obviously knows me. Why else would she hiss? She knows he's mine now. He no longer belongs to her. Mine. I watch. He's so wonderful. And he's mine. Time sure has gone by quickly. They've already started the second act, and I didn't even notice. Can you blame me? Who could take their eyes away from that stunning silver tabby? No one. Oh, I hate this song. Gus the Theater Cat. Gus is unimportant. He's the only one that matters. I'm making my move. I'm moving toward the steps. Wait a minuet! Who's this? This stupid little man has just stepped in my way! He's telling me I have to leave! How dare he! Doesn't he understand he's mine? I'm growling something at him between my teeth. He's not moving. Something about contacting the authorities? Fine. But if I can't have him, no one will. I'm taking out my gun, and pointing it up, up at HIM. What was that? Just as I pull the trigger, I see a blur, then the shot goes off. A scream. Silence. Munkustrap's still standing. There's someone on the floor. I've got to run. They won't understand. The theater burst into action. I hear someone shout,
"Get him!" And I turn and run. They're gaining on me. I won't look back. Red and blue lights'. The cops. I guess this is the end of the line. I point my gun, and then hear a shot, but It's not mine. Pain. In my arm, my leg, my stomach. I'm down. I see my mother, my father. I see HIM. Munkustrap the silver tabby. And then everything goes black. Goodbye.