Cattess

“Original Rhodean goddess,” she intoned. “The Original Asiatic Cattess, the one on which the Sphinxes were modeled!” “What Cattess?” “This cat has sprung out of the walls full-fledged. Look at it. It is sitting in judgment on one hand, yet not fully aware of its human condition on the other, calling with a voice which it does not even recognize as its own! It has immense power! It’s a matter of form, that’s all. It could be a reincarnation, a goddess incarnate, anything![…]” “The Original Cattess has spoken,” said Barbara.

It would be worth paying admission to see a tomcat meet a cattess wearing Sani-Panties.

I remember him, that first evening, declining trifle for pudding: ‘It is the ’orrible custard and the bread of yesterday,’ and also answering my query as to whether the scream of cats in sexual congress on an adjacent Beak Street roof-top was caused by pleasure or pain with: ’Pleasure for the cat, and pain for the cattess’.

Some French dude food commanded me to come with him and gave me this ridiculous coiffure and coloured me pink and gave me to a luscious looking cattess who has been very nice to me.[…]Only the cattess is gone and my feline littermate and I have been left to our own devices.[…]Another cattess, kinda pale but formerly tabby, popped out of a book and seems to be hooking up everyone in the castle, including my original cattess.