Celia reclines seductively on her pure white chaise-longue delicately sipping champagne from a flute of Felanian crystal. She is a cat art of supine beauty. For Celia Crème is a high fashion goddess, (and high fashion is not something hounds have ever aspired to.)
Her range of feline haute-couture however is the high-water mark of Catside fashion. Her signature fabric, a sinuous combination of cashmere and silk she calls ‘cashmilk’, can be seen draped over the languorous forms of felines everywhere. Her ravishingly coiffed face appears regularly on the covers of tabloids and magazines and is instantly recognized and admired by Catside hoi polloi.
Not the least for her association with the legendary Lonely Dog. “It was at the orphanage here on Catside, many years ago now, one forgets the exact date, but then one doesn’t like to dwell on those times.” “We became companions, strange as that may seem, a kitterling and a houndling. He was a perfect gentleman even then, so strange for a hound.”
She sipped champagne and turned to look out the generous bay window, a single tear escaping her perfectly sculptured eyes. In spite of all the fame and fortune her fashion empire afforded her, Celia Crème still carried in her soul the memory of those barefoot years in the Catside orphanage.