"I wear them like a badge of honor," primly, as she stretches and rises from his lap, extending one hand to draw him with her. The last of her clothes - the ones too difficult to remove expeditiously when they were making love - fall to the ground when she gives a little shake; her hair tumbles down after them. "Come. We ought to freshen up and then see if we can't find the rest of the things a cat might need."