Plot
The film is set in a small Texas town, where an ancient Egyptian cat god, in the form of a cheap statue, commands all the local felines to surrender their nine lives; a mass cat suicide ensues, as cat after cat throw themselves off roofs, bridges and telephone poles. However, the dead felines are revived, becoming beautiful women in the process, given one goal: mate with and exterminate the population of human males in order to make room for "The Great Litter".
Meanwhile, bumbling hitchhiker Ralph arrives in town and soon has a run-in with Warren, the local gadget-crazy "cat exterminator". Warren enlists Ralph's help in capturing kitties and the two quickly start to figure out that something very wrong is happening in their small town. However, when Ralph accidentally runs into Cleo, one of the reanimated cats, he falls for her instantly. What is he to do? Can he stop 'The Great Litter'? Will he and Cleo ever be together? And what of Warren and his combination vacuum/"Cat brain wave scanner"? It all leads up to an extremely furry conclusion.
Read more about this topic: Teenage Catgirls In Heat
Famous quotes containing the word plot:
“But, when to Sin our byast Nature leans,
The careful Devil is still at hand with means;
And providently Pimps for ill desires:
The Good Old Cause, reviv’d, a Plot requires,
Plots, true or false, are necessary things,
To raise up Common-wealths and ruine Kings.”
—John Dryden (1631–1700)
“After I discovered the real life of mothers bore little resemblance to the plot outlined in most of the books and articles I’d read, I started relying on the expert advice of other mothers—especially those with sons a few years older than mine. This great body of knowledge is essentially an oral history, because anyone engaged in motherhood on a daily basis has no time to write an advice book about it.”
—Mary Kay Blakely (20th century)
“The plot was most interesting. It belonged to no particular age, people, or country, and was perhaps the more delightful on that account, as nobody’s previous information could afford the remotest glimmering of what would ever come of it.”
—Charles Dickens (1812–1870)