|| contemplative ...
Electra watched the new arrival from a distance. Although normally an active kitten, she also liked sitting still and observing the others' antics. Her present position allowed her to listen in on both the elders' conversation about Gus, and the kittens' exclamations about Grizzabella. She knew now that Gus had gone missing, and that Tantomile was worried about something ... and that Coricopat was also absent. That alone was cause for concern, as he and his twin sister were always there when the Jellicles met, almost never in the limelight but always in the background, using their powers to monitor Macavity's presence. They mirrored each others' actions almost exactly, and some found this rather unnerving. Electra, however, liked them both and talked to them quite frequently, when they allowed themselves to be spoken to. They rarely spoke to anyone but each other of their own volition. She was worried for Coricopat, and for Gus too. Gus had been something of a father figure to her, and she loved him and his stories. His stories about his theatrical acheivements always seemed fresh and exciting, no matter how many times she had heard them before. He was funny, and although getting on in years he loved to joke and laugh with the kittens if he was not at the theater performing or watching a show. Electra hoped the older Jellicles would find him and bring him back.
But there was the issue of the new kitten. Grizzabella, she called herself. Electra had always been somewhat doubtful that cats could be reborn after going to the Heaviside Layer - after all, if they could then she'd've been reborn also, yet she had no memory of a past life. It was all very confusing. And yet ... from what she had caught of her scent, Griz did smell familiar. She recalled the old and decrepit queen that crept into the Jellicle Ball last year. Grizzabella the Glamour Cat had smelled of dusty, smoky liquor bars and pubs - places where she and the other kittens had been forbidden to enter, but passed by quickly for fear of being caught near there - and that had made her all the more intriguing. Griz radiated a kind of defeated pride, for although her gray coat was dusty and unkempt, she had a sparkly, midnight black undercoat. Electra had only seen that color on one other cat - her kittenhood pal Mistoffelees. This new kitten was completely gray, but very pretty, and as she watched her indtroducing herself to the other kittens - Jemima, Tantomile, Victoria, and the rest - her voice seemed oddly familiar, not the scratchy, worn-out voice of the old Grizabella, but a lilting, musical voice that she recalled from the depths of her memory. It was from long before her first Jellicle Ball ... she searched her memory but could only remember a pair of misty-gray eyes watching her with love. Where had she heard that voice before?