Special Guest Blogger: Egyptian Godess Bast

You may see my name written as Bast, Bastt or Bastet but that's because of hieroglyphic confusion and as the Egyptian language changed some letter-sounds lost their pronunciation so people started to pronounce my name with silent T like the fish so scribes began nailing extra letters to the ends of words so Bast became Bastt and luckily people took the hint otherwise i could have ended up as Bastttttttttt.
As Ra's daughter, i started out as a fierce lioness as befits a warrior goddess with the all seeing eye of Horus for sacrifice, healing, regeneration and protection although it didn't protect Horus much, his eye got torn out and cut up into pieces while trying to avenge his father who was cut up in 14 pieces and scattered around the globe which began the fashion for mummification as the body had to be whole to pass into the underworld or my brother Anubis's place as we also call it.
His job was to act as the Guardian of the Scales, basically weighing the hearts of the dead as good deeds made the heart heavier while evil made it lighter, so weighing it would determine the person's worthiness for either entering the underworld or getting eaten by Ammit, the devourer of souls.
I was depicted in the form of a cat which is a good animal to be, cool and sophisticated and you would never get a cat to be a servant. You ever see a cat return a stick? We just say you threw the stick so you go get it yourself! If you wanted the stick so bad, why'd you throw it away in the first place? Now go clean up my litter tray.
Cat's were revered in Egypt, one of their powers was believed to be able to run into a fire to draw out the power so they were the original fire extinguishers although admittedly water was even better but with nine lives, they were very likely to come back, albeit slightly singed and those that didn't escape alive from their fire-fighting services were mummified and sent to join me in the spirit world.
The Greeks absorbed me into their Goddess Artemis but i left my mark through smoke alarms and cat-flaps, i was the original Cat-Woman although i coughed up a furball when i heard i was now regarded as the Goddess of Sex and Lesbians, i was a mighty warrior, not a damned sex-kitten.