Catself

I am stroking the old cat, Moshy, […] until there comes a moment when she is no longer aware of who she is and who I am, she is just her primordial passionate catself in the throes of cosmic movement, and in that instant of forgetting she lashes at me with fangs and claws […]

"I'm turning into me catself, then," said John. "Minus the fleas!" and he started changing.

She personified the unique catself, owning who she was. She spoke her mind in cateze and never let me stray far from my writing path.

[…] and catwrapping her fat cattail / round her catself to her catnose / where her cattail would filter catair […]