The lamp feels cool and smooth in your firm grip, you see writing, but years of dirt and grime have covered it up, slowly you take a corner of your shirt and rub the lamp. Suddenly, with fireworks that would pu the Chinese, to shame you watch as the very essence of reality seems to be stripped away and out of the lamp blossoms a huge cloud of smoke which sprouts feline eyes. The cloud shrinks and what you see before you looks like your pet cat, but as it would look like if crossed with a sexy woman. Slowly and seductivly she wanders up to you and gently runs a claw down your cheek and purrs in your ear "I am yours to command master, use me as you will, I will grant 3 wishes and no more." The words seem to enter your head via your eyes, no sound is made, and with a faint pop reality reasserts itself with a faint pop and you are left holding the lamp feeling astounded.