We move like cagey tigers
We couldn't get closer than this
We slip through the streets
While everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
— The Cure, "Lovecats"

One of Bast's stories (as told by Lilith Maeve):

It's not so important that you know what I did. The hows and the whys fade with time anyway. Does it really matter if I rose with the sun or if I wore perfume a certain way?

It's more important that you know who I am, not what I did. I am Bast. Bast the Lion Headed until they made me tame like the other felines. But even that was fine too, made people think I was harmless right up to the point I am clawing out their soft tummies. I married Ptah. I was the greatest puzzle he ever knew. I am the Eye of the Ra. I love to laugh. It takes a long time to get me angry but when I am . . .watch out! There were great festivals for me, did you know that? A lot of laughing, a lot of music. There are worse legacies to have.