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!
Thanks for that freaky bit of video. Not sure what is worse, old woman showing leg or the creepy, smiling girls behind her.