Grizabella the Glamour Cat
"Flowers would look so pretty in your fur," Bill Bailey said to Grizabella as they sat leaning together on a park bench, staring lovingly into each other's eyes. "Wait here. I'll be right back." He hopped down from the bench and frolicked away to go find some flowers for Grizabella's fur.
Grizabella laughed softly. Sometimes Bill Bailey reminded her more of a kitten than a 10-year-old tomcat.
Bill Bailey had only left Grizabella alone for a moment when he heard her scream. "Grizabella? I'm coming!" he yelled, already in motion.
He reached the park bench in seconds, and there saw a horrible sight: Grizabella was cornered by a huge Pollicle.
Bill Bailey did not stop for a second to think before he leaped onto the Pollicle's back, sinking his teeth into it's shoulders.
Grizabella screamed again as the Pollicle twisted its head around and bit Bill Bailey. The brave cat smacked it smartly upon the nose with his claws. Only once the Pollicle turned, yiping, to go did he leap from it's back to the grass.
Grizabella breathed a sigh of relief as the Policle ran whimpering away, and turned to her mate. "You saved me, Bill Bailey! Bill Bailey?"
The tomcat groaned softly and fell to the ground. Grizabella gasped as she saw blood clotting in the fur of his side, and jumped down next to him. She licked at the blood, trying to clean the wound, saying his name over and over again and crying.
"Grizabella," he rasped, and she moved to cradle his head in her arms, and stroked the fur on his head tenderly, realizing she could do no more. "'Glamour Cat,' eh?" he smiled weakly, looking at her fur where she had gotten blood matted into it from trying to help him. "You don't look it much, missy, if I may say so..."
"Oh, don't die, Bill Bailey!" Grizabella sobbed into his shoulder. "I love you..." But no amount of love could help him now. He would never speak again.
Grizabella sat up, letting go of his now-limp body. "And I'm going to have kittens," she whispered.