Grizabella the Glamour Cat
Even though she knew it was forbidden, Grizabella took her newly weaned kittens and headed for the Junkyard that she had not seen for so very, very long.
She stopped at the gate, and looked down at her kittens. "Munkustrap, Tumblebrutus," she said to them, "Now listen carefully. Go into the Junkyard, and find one of the cats in there. Don't be afraid, they will take care of you. Do you understand?"
Munkustrap, the little gray tabby that always seemed to be looking out for his brother, though they were both strong, nodded.
Grizabella looked her kittens over carefully one last time, memorizing them in her heart and mind. While Munkustrap was a gray tabby, Tumblebrutus was mostly white with brown and cream patches, and had a brown patch over his right eye, that made him look almost like a Pollicle. It hurt Grizabella to think how he would never know his father, who he looked so much like.
"Now, one more thing," she said, choking back her tears. "You must promise that you will never, never forget me, all right?"
"All right, mommy," they said together.
Grizabella gave her kittens one last hug, and said, "Now go inside."
Grizabella blinked the tears away as she watched from her hiding spot as her kittens walked into the Junkyard. "Well, now, who are you two young gentletoms?" a young queen, perhaps four years old, asked them.
"I'm Munkustrap, and this is Tumblebrutus," the bolder of the two said.
"I'm Jellylorum," the queen said. "Where is your mother?"
Grizabella held her breath, ready to dash away if her innocent minded kittens gave her away.
"She left us here," Munkustrap said. "She said you were nice Jellicle Cats and would take care of us, and she wants us to be Jellicles."
Grizabella breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, you poor dears!" Jellylorum exclaimed. "Come along and meet the others. We surely will take care of you, you needn't worry..." The queen continued chattering comfortingly, but Grizabella was no longer listening. She cast one last look at her kittens and whispered, "Goodbye... I love you, both of you." Then, she turned and ran off into the night.
That was the last Grizabella was seen near the Junkyard for many years, and I believe you know the rest of the Glamour Cat's story.