The Cat’s Meow. Lord Byron thought he was a scream; the fashionable matrons tittered behind their enthusiasts at a glimpse of his hard form, and no one understood where he originated from. His startling eyes-one silver, one blue-promised a wicked enthusiasm, and his voice almost appeared to purr. There was only one issue a woman considered when looking at a man like that. Sex. And there is only one woman he appeared to want. Lilac. In her wildest dreams she never guessed that getting a stray kitty into her home would soon have got her stroking one of the most wanted man in 1811 London…Rejar.