Cat is our very own in-house contortionist, and can fit herself into an empty jam jar at will. Which can play havoc with the dynamics during rehearsal. An active Pastafarian, she firmly believes in the existence of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and hopes to be present at the second coming, to which she will be bringing large quantities of garlic bread and a large glass of red.
When she is not busy worshipping pasta-based icons or stuffing herself into empty household receptacles, Cat also enjoys boules, extreme ironing and fondue.
Cat is always very flavoursome because she makes herbs and spices. When she parachuted down from Leeds, Cat was desperate to find a choir to land on. She found KiS, and the result has been harmonious ever since. When not parachuting, she speaks with a broad Northern brogue. When parachuting she might also affect a strong accent, but it would be hard to tell due to the whistle of the wind.
Cat makes her herbs and spices from vacuum cleaner dust. It's dirty work, but somebody's got to do it. Where did she get that hat!