Gerlinde's apply is soft and prompt - the voice of a mother reading from the Playbill as the lights in the theater dim and intermission comes to an end.  She wants another caress of Lisle kitty's head and takes it.<br/><br/>"This is it.  Expressive little ears, like so," Gerlinde traced her finger in a descriptive curve, its point about an inch above Lisle kitty's ear.<br/><br/>"And the itty bitty kitty teeth."  Gerlinde touched where Lisle kitty's canine was seated.  "Here and on the other side."<br/><br/>She returned to petting steadily, as though trying to find a hypnotic rhythm for Lisle puss' heart to fall in time with.  "Then you wake up.  I pet you like this and you eat your ice chips.  Then you wake up in a warm bed.  Alright, Lisle?"