[A cloud passes over the Jellicle Moon, causing all the cats to stop
and look up, just in time to see a single silver moonbeam pierce the
cloud and settle on Laura Ann Mihstol's flute laying on a small table
draped in blue velvet. As the cloud passes, Laura's brofur Ralph,
steps forward to stand beside the table. After a long moment of
silence, Ralph speaks.]

Frenz, fur many yeerz, mine sisfur Laura honored us, ana alla doze
atta Rainbow Bridj, by performing "Cat Anjil" in hur sweet,
cleer soprano, playin da refrane on hur flute. Now hur flute lyes
silint ana Laura iz singing wif ar frenz ana famlee, including mineown
sweet wedwink Kissa ana hur wedwink Vinnie at da Bridj. To honor hur,
ana mineown sweet Kissa, ana alla offurz hooz namez haz ben called
tunite, we wud like tu sing hur song.

[Ralph's rumbly tenor begins singing to a tune some humins would
recognize as "Teen Angel".]

Dat faytul day, da call was herd
Dat tu da Bridj yewd go
I drew yew bak ana we wer sayf
Bud den I let yew go –oh-oh.

Cat Anjil, kin yew heer mee?
Cat Anjil, kin yew see mee?
Ar yew sumware up abuv,
Anna am I stil yewr own tru luff?

I noe yew tried tu stay fur me
Ana gif me wun moor purr
A smurgle warm ana heddbutt tuu
Ana grummin uv da fur

Cat Anjil, kin yew heer mee?
Cat Anjil, kin yew see mee?
Ar yew sumware up abuv,
Ana am I stil yewr own tru luff?

Yew wer sick ana tired tuu,
I cudnt mayk yew stay
I’ll nefer smuv yewr fur agin
Yewr atta da Bridj tuday

Cat Anjil, kin yew heer mee?
Cat Anjil, kin yew see mee?
Ar yew sumware up abuv,
Ana am I stil yewr own tru luff?

Cat Anjil, ansur mee pleeze….

[As their voices fade on the final word, the simple shining sound of a
flute floats down from the Rainbow and then a chorus, led by a sweet
soprano voice joined by a gentle alto, replies….]

Deerhartz, we kin heer yew
Deerhartz, we kin see yewww
We ar weighting up abuv
Ana we ar still yewr own tru luff…….

[…and the rays of the morning sun form rainbows on tears slipping down
furry faces.]