who is this fancy cat

The entire train became quiet and still, and it is usually shady All because of the entrance of a Victorian-clad dressed up lady. Who is she? I asked. No one seemed to know, but they were all in awe. She’s a cat in a dressy dress, I thought, so lah-dee-dah. In the dining car it happened again. All went still when she walked in. What is it about her? I wondered, she was dressed up to her chin. So I finally asked the guy who had stopped laughing, not even a grin. It’s Miss Havvisham from Great Expectations, and ain’t she prim?