I never met Eartha Kitt, but I cleaned her swimming pool once (summer job). From her back yard, I could smell her perfume wafting from inside the house. I ended up putting too much chlorine in her hot tub, but I have a feeling that her shield of perfume could knock out any industrial strength dose of chemical I may have laid on her. Sorry, Eartha! And rest in peace.
Merry Christmas, and mrrrrow!