Mexican & a Musical

I got the bike ride and the Mexican food, but I missed the beach.  I did, however, squeeze in a Sunday afternoon show.  It was Butters' suggestion that the boys would like CATS.  I'd never been, so I couldn't form a true opinion, although I suspected that any musical would have trouble holding their interest for the duration.  (I was correct.)

I've seen my share of musicals--not a ton--but certainly a respectable number, but I'd never seen CATS.  I honestly didn't know what to expect, but assumed that since it's been running for more than thirty years, it had a little somethin' special.  

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This is what I said to my husband after the first act:  "This musical is all about cats."
Spot-on, right?
I guess I knew that, instinctively, but I didn't imagine it would be so very...catty.  It didn't help that I somehow missed a part of the storyline early on...possibly due to not being able to understand the words of a few of the songs.  All I could get was a lengthy ode to 'Jellicle Cats' and then some singing/dancing cat introductions.

I honestly think I needed to be a cat person to appreciate it.  And I'm not a cat person.  I think I've posted about that before.  In fact, when the on-stage cats were rubbing up against each other, I had to suppress a full body cringe.  What I did appreciate, very much, was that the musical was taken, almost in its entirety from a collection of poems by T. S. Eliot, written in the 1930's.  I can only assume he was a cat person.

Let's just say I won't be going to see a production all about cockroaches either, and leave it at that.