IT must be getting on for 20 years since I first saw Cats and, aside from a few minor tweaks, not much has changed.

The staging, costumes, music and scenery are much as I remember, but there has simply been no need for updating, so timeless is the magic of this phenomenal musical.

Set on a rubbish dump under a full moon, Cats tells the tale of a group of Jellicle cats, who meet once a year to celebrate the one chosen feline who will be taken up to the Heaviside Layer to be reborn.

The storyline, written around the poems in T S Eliot's Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, is admittedly a little weak, but the real focus of this musical is the singing and dancing.

With the majority of cast on stage for the entire production, these are some of the strongest voices in the business, and, in my opinion, Cats simply cannot be beaten for the choreography and technicality of its dancing.

With a few tricks thrown in for good measure, and plenty of audience participation, the cast held the packed Pavilion in the palm of its paw.

The magic, as they say, lives on.