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Monologue Mania Day #548 by Janet S. Tiger
Aug. 14, 2015
Big Mo
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
2015
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(The girl – I see
someone in their teens, but older can work, too - comes onstage holding a
picture of a cat. She shows it proudly to the crowd - a Southern accent
will help.)
This is Mo. He is ma
hero. My family was adopted by Mo when I was just ten years old. He
was the biggest cat I evah saw. Mo was the biggest cat anyone saw...evah! He had mo' hair than any other cat - That's why we called him...'Mo'....
And he was a sweet cat, and he
could talk! He could say his own name.....(she opens her mouth
wide)...MO...oh.....oh.........\
Everyone loved Mo. My granma
lived with us and she loved Mo, too. They were like old friends.
Sometimes I wondered if she loved Mo more than me, and I asked her one
day. She looked at me funny and said, 'Honey, I could never love a cat
more 'n I love you...' and she hugged me, and I knew zactly what she
meant. Cause I loved Mo, but not anywheres as close as I loved my granma......
(She sighs puts the picture on a table)
We was all out the night of the
fire......we'd gone to a double feature at the picture show......I can still
remember the movies......Godzilla and Godzilla vs. Rodeann......a double
feature that needed two buckets of popcorn and three sodas to sit through......
We come home to see a light in the
sky in the distance......'Must be a fire' said my Daddy......'Hope nobody's
hurt' my momma said.......and then a fire truck pulled past us, goin'
fast. Hooboy, I remember that fire truck......maybe I married a fireman
'cause I liked that firetruck so much.....so we come round the bend to our
street, and now we passed the hill, we could see the fire was on our
block! Oh, no, it was.......our house!
(She looks up in horror)
The whole garage was on fire!
It was not like in a movie, it was smoky, and noisy and my momma was
white. She looked like she had seen a ghost…… 'Momma'...she whispered…It
all hit us...Granma! She was at home,
was she....was she in the house?
Daddy pulled up on our neighbor's
lawn, the Diddleys, and we ran oast the firetrucks - there were three now, and
they were tryin' to stop the fire from spreadin'/ Lucky we were, cause
the wind was down that night, and it was muggy.......but none of that
mattered....where was grandma?
Then we saw her! Standin' in
her nightgown talkin' to one of the firemen. More accurate, arguin' with
him. He was tryin' to get her to take some oxygen.......
(She takes a deep breath)
But she was ok......he got her to
breathe some of the oxygen from the tank and she was feisty as always.......
(She takes a step back, the memory is very strong)
Granma, you're
all right! But.....where's Big Mo?
She looked at me and said, 'I have
no idea and I am not worried. I walked outta that house without shoes and
my purse and I am watchin' my house burn.....that cat is the least a my
worries.....'
(She
peeks throughout the audience, under the chairs, etc.)
I went lookin' for Mo ......I found
the old tabby that Mo hung out with, but no sign of Mo.......it was the worst
night of my life.......and then...
(She stops, starts to cry, then gets ahold of herself)
One of the firemen came out,
holding......Mo. He was......gone......dead........Now I had seen death
before.....fish, and some turtles, even a bird that flew into the window too
hard.....but Mo, I loved Mo....I started to cry, first for Mo, then for all the
worries you can have at age 10.......the fireman put down Mo on the grass and I
wept over him for what seemed like ages, then that fireman came back and put
his arm around me. (as fireman) 'Honey, I know you musta loved this
cat, and it hurts to lose a pet.....but it is just a cat, you know, you can get
another cat.....'
(She looks 'up' at the fireman, wailing)
'Oh, honey, I
know it won't be the same cat, but you gotta remember what's important....'
(She breathes deeply, trying to explain)
I know it's just a cat, but I ain't
cryin' for Mo, I'm cryin' because....because I'm glad it was Mo......and
not my granma! Cause I know I can get another cat......but I can't get
another granma!......And I burst into tears........and he patted my head and
said, 'that's different, honey, you just cry as long as you want'.........
So I did, and then I felt my granma
standin' next to me......touchin' my arm......'Just a cat, sweetpea, just a
cat.....' .....but when I looked up, I saw a tear comin' down her
cheek.......and I hugged her and told her I was glad it was Mo and not
her.....and she said, 'Me, too'.......
(She gets the picture of the cat)
Granma lived to see me get married
and have her first great grandbaby.......and tomorra you are gonna be married,
so I hope I get to see my first great grandbaby......but I wanted you to have
this as a present. Because the words from that night were the best advice
I got in my whole life.....I hope they help you, too.
(She turns to leave, stops, looks back)
Just
remember....you can always get another cat......
(She exits, skipping. Based on a true story......and a true cat.
Hope you are still resting in peace, Big Mo)
Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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