Song 4: Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine
Jemima knew she was young. But she also knew she was getting older, and she couldn't help looking around her and seeing all the Cats that were supposedly so much older than her. They didn't seem any more wise than she was. She tried to keep herself hidden, and be quiet. That she couldn't really help anyway. Eventually though, she would have to be like everyone else. She would have to learn to keep conversations going, she would have to learn how to love and have her heart broken, she would have to learn how to leave and not have homesickness. And right now that was terribly hard to bear. She didn't want to have to do that. She wanted to stay young forever, and be happy and content and safe and she didn't want to have to go out into the world with all the Pollicles and mean things. But maybe she could still be happy wherever she was. She wouldn't have to stop singing, or being herself. She could still be quiet, even if she had to talk more. Would she have to change? Jemima was confused. Silence was what she needed. But silence wasn't getting what she needed. She was going to have to run someday, get away, if she wanted to survive. She couldn't stay a young scared kitten in the streets anymore. Those days were over. She would have to learn to be grown, just like everyone else. Which she didn't particularly like, but those days were coming…which would have to be fine.
