||Book I||
It has been a year since Grizabella the Glamour cat was chosen by Old Deuteronomy to be reborn and journey to the Heavyside Layer. Now it is time for the next Jellicle to be chosen, however the appearance of a new cat threatens the old ti...
Demeter scampered over to the car, Mistoffelees was not too far behind her. He had no idea there were other cats with magic out there. In the distance, Bustopher Jones' chuckle snapped everyone back to reality. Etcetera meowed happily but that was soon interrupted when Jelly ushered her and the other kits and queens to the side.
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"It's Bustopher Jones!" George squeaked excitedly. Letting the magical incident slip from his mind, Misto skipped over to where Bustopher Jones had appeared.
Jennyanydots: Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones,
Bombalurina: In fact he's remarkably fat.
Jellylorum: He doesn't haunt pubs,
Jennyanydots: He has eight or nine clubs,
Jenny, Bomba and Jelly: For he's the St. James' street cat.
Bustopher waved over to the queens and they gave a bashful wiggle of the paws back.
Jennyanydots: He's the cat we all greet as he walks down the street in his coat of fastidious black.
Bombalurina: No common place mousers have such well cut trousers,
Jellylorum: Or such an impeccable back!
Jennyanydots: In the hall of St. James' the smartest of names is the name of this Brummel of cats!
Jenny, Bomba and Jelly: And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to by Bustopher Jones in white spats!
Toms: In the whole of St. James' the smartest of names is the name of this Brummel of cats. And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to by Bustopher Jones in white spats.
Bustopher waddled over to a large top hat that Skimble had carried out of storage. The large cat inspected it for dust and then gave a nod of approval, this made Misto pretty chuffed of himself.
Bustopher Jones: My visits are occasional to the senior educational and it is against the rules for any one cat to belong both to that and the joint superior schools. For a similar reason, when game is in season I'm found, not at Fox's, but Blimps. I am frequently seen at the gay stage and screen which is famous for winkles and shrimps!
As Bustopher continued to the next verse, the rest of the Jellicles joined in with a melodic chorus.
Bustopher Jones: In the season of venison I give my Benison to the Pothunter's succulent bones and just before noon not a moment too soon to drop in for a drink at the drones. When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry, at the Siamese or at the Glutton. When I look full of gloom...then I've lunched at the tomb on cabbage, rice pudding and mutton!
In the whole of St. James' the smartest of names is the name of this Brummel of cats. And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to by Bustopher Jones in white, Bustopher Jones in white spats!
The large Jellicle reclined in his seat and attempted to cross his legs. He toppled back only to be caught by Mistoffelees, Munkustrap and Admetus.
Jennyanydots: So much in this way passes Bustopher's day at one club or another he's found, it can be no surprise that under our eyes he has grown unmistakably round!
Callus: He's a twenty-five pounder!
Bustopher Jones: Or I am a bounder!
Jennyanydots: And he's putting on weight everyday!
"Pooh..!" Etcetera sniffed.
Bustopher Jones: But I'm so well preserved because I've observed all my life a routine and I'd say: I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time.
Jennyanydots: That's the word from the stoutest of cats!
It must and shall be, spring in Pall Mall, while Bustopher Jones wears white, Bustopher Jones wears white!
The plump cat waddled over to Jenny and plucked the rose from his tuxedo.
Bustopher Jones wears white...spats!
As he handed the rose over, Jenny tumbled back into Bombalurina and Jelly's arms, awestruck.
"Toodlepip!" Bustopher Jones saluted before wandering out of the clearing.
"That's it?!" Callus and George meowed in disappointment as they tried to pounce after the tubby tom.
"Afraid so my darlings." Demeter smiled softly as she crouched beside two of her three kittens. Instantaneously, the roar of fire engine sirens ripped through the yard, the Jellicles meowed and hissed in fright and every single one of them scattered to the dens, all except for two naughty kitties...
