Kitty was in her dressing room sitting at her vanity, with her crown of feathers taken off and set to the side. She was holding a small brush and was cleaning her face fur. She has just completed a performance and is through to the next round.

Usually, she'd be taking off her makeup, changing her outfit, and getting ready to leave the building. But she has been told that the winner of the raffle has chosen her to be the special meet and great. And she wants to look her best.

After hearing a knock at her dressing room door, she goes to open it. There stands a person with a golden ticket. Her eyes scanning them up and down. A cheshire cat grin forms on her face as she extends her hand for a handshake. With a playfully mysterious tone, she purrs...

"Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Kitty is the name, darling. Purrfect to meet you."