Outfit — number for a future queen

Usage examples of kitten.

There are groups of women of every age, decked out in their smartest clothes, crowds of mousmes with aigrettes of flowers in their hair, or little silver topknots like Oyouki--pretty little physiognomies, little, narrow eyes peeping between their slits like those of new-born kittens, fat, pale, little cheeks, round, puffed-out, half-opened lips.

Sighing with relief, she sat on a bench by the almonry and watched Jenny romp with a kitten.

I had enough bread for months of joyful leisure, for cruising, beachcombing, getting- happily plotzed with good friends, disporting with the trim little jolly sandy-rumped beach kittens, slaying gutsy denizens of the deep blue, and slipping the needle into every phony who happened into my path.

Kitten waddled over to help, or at least to eat the rind that Daine cut from the meat.

At the end of that time, the hurkle, no longer a kitten, was possessed of a fine, healthy litter of just under two hundred young.

Into the above-mentioned laboratory, which had been left open through the circumstances described, wandered a hurkle kitten.

When the hurkle kitten fell into the flame, it braced itself for a fall at least as far as the floor of the cabinet.

Mayfridh knew it was ridiculous to ask a mutilated woman, who had been locked in a cupboard for days mewing like a kitten, to calm down.

Ulysses tended his lame paw beside her as Miss Cleopatra mewled over her kittens nearby.

Why would he rather be out with Bastet looking at flowers and fluffy kittens when here was Hathor, the most beautiful goddess in the Paut Neteru, to be his wife?

But perhaps what told an observer more about Willie Spence than did anything else was a bunch of rarely beautiful sabbatia blooming in a pickle bottle and a wee black kitten who disported herself unmolested among the tools cluttering the deeply scarred workbench.

A few salty tears would be shed over kittens like Prince Hal, Lorna Doone, and Rum Tum Tugger, who were going out into the wide world.

When he yowled and wauled at night to attract the lady cats who were the mothers of his kittens, it sounded as though a baby was being tortured to death.

Professor Wemble had turned out to be a cunning little kitten when you had dragged him off into a corner to button his sleeve-link.

His right hand swatted the fist out of the way like a kitten batting at a ball of yam.