I'm not an old cat but I was around back when Old Deuteronomy sang and danced in the Jellicle Ball. He was good, he had to be, he's the 'great' Deuteronomy. I was a member of the Jellicle's then.
The Jellicle ball was coming up, I was so excited, I was going to do a song and dance. I'd been practising for months before hand. I had a song that was upbeat and fun.
The ball came. We all danced to the Jellicle songs for Jellicle Cats. We all sang to the Naming of Cats, and Jellyorum danced beautifully during the Invitation to the Jellicle ball. There were other songs that I joined in with, but they were all a blur, I was just looking forward to my song. My stomach was doing backflips.
Then it came, my moment, my chance to immortalise myself in our history. I looked at my fellow cats from my little place by the oven, and then I stood up.
The world stopped for me. All I could think was 'this is it, I won't be the red cat in the corner any more, after this I'll be popular.'
Then it happened. That little brat Munkustrap grabbed me and held me back. Deuteronomy stepped forwards off of the tyre and started to sing and dance. He was good, I'll give him that, but he stole my bit! My song. My dance. My moment!
I ran off, I ran from the junkyard. I was crying, but I'll never tell anyone that. From that moment I hated Deuteronomy and Munkustrap. I still hate them. Of course now I strike fear into their hearts. I'm Macavity, I'm feared, and I'm Dangerous. And once the crime is done I'm never there.
The ironic thing is, if I hadn't have been stopped from dancing that night I wouldn't be here now. I wouldn't have a song dedicated to me, I wouldn't be this famous. I would have been the red cat who sung a good song one year, not the infamous Macavity.
One day I'll thank Deuteronomy and Munkustrap, right before I slit their throats. I have to thank Demeter and Bombalurina for that song; I won't slit their throats. I'd be a shame to waste things that are so fine.
But for now I have plans to carry out. I may not have succeeded last year in kidnapping Deuteronomy, but this year I have a bigger plan, a better plan. A final plan.
I know its short, sorry. Please review, if you don't I'll…cry.