I'm the superhero Jellicle. Yeah, you guessed right. I'm the GREAT Rumpus Cat. Okay, okay so I'm not so great...but I try.Anyways, here is a tale to remember (or should I say tail to remember? ha!):
It was getting late. I was catnapping in a small basement flat. And that's when I heard it. There was a battle raging on in that park. I was compelled to stop it. I groaned as I crawled out of the flat. The dogs saw me and ran away...except for one. A brown Pollicle (they hardly deserve to be capitolized) remained. He smelled liked blood. I yawned at him, but he stood his ground. For once, I was scared. I looked the sky and I gave a great leap, but he didn't scatter like sheep.
He advanced. I moved back; ready to crawl back inside and retire my position. But, if I left he would hurt the other Jellicles. He slashed his claw into the air. I yawned and lept, but he kept clawing the air. That was it. I jumped to him, but he caught me. He grabbed me and threw me off of him. My heart was pounding.
I landed on the ground in a heap with a bloody leg and an arm that was in a strange, broken position. My arm felt limp, but I got up and charge again. Bang! I was on the ground landing with a sickening CRUNCH. This wasn't right! I was losing the battle.
That was the end of it. Now, I'm in the Heaviside Lair; staring down at the place I once called home. And I can see the Jellicles holding a service for me. The Rum Tum Tugger is singing a song now:
The song is bringing tears to my eyes. Seeing them all down there; singing and crying makes me sad. I loved the cats. The song
was true...I loved them like brothers. And now I'm dead...what's that? Life to the everlasting cat? I guess that's not me.
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