This cartoon reminded me of a pastoral encounter with an extremely posh lady with a rather select address in the Kensington. Went to see how she was for the senior pastor and spent the day taking out cat tins, cleaning stuff from litter trays (for which read 'the house') and being generally helpful and smiling through urea sponsored tears.
Went back a month later and did it all again - that's the way to learn how to do pastoral stuff I guess.
This is the nearest I've ever been to Cat woman.
Never bumped into Batman either!