Cat-woman Cats: real cats, black and white silky cousins of the tiger prowl amongst glass cats - lucent, opaque - posed curled, satisfied, except for a drab dishevelled tabby, its skinny body stretched - a potter‘s joke maybe, or just a reminder of starved f a d s .

This is the cat-woman’s house. She is dotty with love: Noah’s daughter in the flesh and the spirit - she has never hurt a fly. . . In another way, she has looked into cats’ eyes.

KATHERINE GALLAGHER