Do cats have gods? Raman wonders, but then the strangeness overcomes him 
again. His eyes fall shut. When they open again, he sees an image wavering in 
the mirror above the altar, as transparent as water and yet as clearly visible 
as the blurry lines of heat rising from the tiers of candles. The image is like 
that of Eliana’s medallion, a strange and alien feline face. Eliana sits on her
heels before it, her head thrown back, her hair cascading almost to the floor. 
Behind her the cats sit on their haunches in a perfect semicircle.