My mother in law loves musicals, me not so much. Sure I was an extra nun in The Sound of Music, the too-early for marriage pick for Sprintze in Fiddler on the Roof. But being in a musical is night and day different than watching one.
Everyone told me when I was young to watch Cats. I loved Cats and art and music, I means, it's the perfect thing! But I hadn't any interest.
My mother in law was watching it one day, and so I decided to pay attention to it so I'd be worldly or cultured or something.
Tra la la, music jingled and cat-people danced and my mother in law was enamored. Until I began to giggle uncontrollably.
Why? Well, if there are supposed to be cats, where is their stinky litter? Why aren't they sitting on books and homework the owner is working on? Why doesn't the old cat hack up hairballs and lick his potty parts at inappropriate times?
I'd totally go to see that version of Cats.