Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten." My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven." "Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.
Jeaniene Frost (2009). “Halfway to the Grave: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.10, Harper Collins
