Grizabella intrudes once more, wanting to rejoin her 

family and be a part of the celebration. The cats again 

scorn her. She is left to contemplate her "Memory" of 

the time before she left the tribe, when she was once 

young, beautiful and happy. 



GRIZABELLA: 

You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand 

And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin 



Silence - not a sound from the pavement 

Has the moon lost her memory 

She is smiling alone 

In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet 

And the wind begins to moan 



Every street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning 

Someone mutters and the streetlamp gutters 

And soon it will be morning 



Memory - all alone in the moonlight 

I can smile at the old days 

I was beautiful then 

I remember the time I knew what happiness was 

Let the memory live again 



She yearns to be accepted, and she stretches out her hand 

behind her, hoping another cat will touch her. It doesn't happen. 

She slinks off into the night. 





ACT II