The temple doors swing open. Inside the temple cats have laid out
cushions and flowers on the lapis blue floor, polished smooth by
millennia of padded feet, incense fills the air. Hercule Lenoir is at
the organ, playing Anaïs favorite Bach Tocattas. In the center, on a
small table is a picture of Anaïs. Porters twinkle as kitties arrive
and file in. In her black robes, Mau arrives at the altar, and all is
silent. She black as night herself, her green eyes and the emerald
scarab around her neck sparkling.

"Meow, my fellow cats! We come together for a sad occasion, our Anaïs
has left this mortal coil to now travel to a higher, spiritual place.

She was loved by many, including us here at the Temple, but
especially her human, who is heartbroken that his little companion is
now gone but not forgotten.

Anycat who wishes may now come up and meow a few words..."

--
Mrrrrrkk,

Mau, High Priestess
Temple of Bast, Egypt