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