Queen Pekhit

She was named after "a goddess of destruction who took the form of a cat".

Ugh, sometimes getting tangles out of your mane is such a hassle! Luckily, Pekhit offers to help. She is magical at mane-detangling, and you are grateful for her aid.
You ran up and greeted Pekhit happily. Oops, you also knocked her over with your gleeful shoulder-nudge. Ah well, she just fell over giggling and flailing.
You got stung by a wasp in your last territory patrol, but luckily Pekhit was around to gently lick the wound. You feel better after her gentle tending.
You flop down for a nap, and Pekhit joins you for a good snuggle! Best cuddle buddy ever.

When Pekhit chose to turn her nose to the endless corridors of deseret, no one put so much as a whisker in her way. The unquestioned matron of the pride, the consort to the king, the very first Queen.
Her eyes blazed with the sun, and her coat ran with the colors of all mau cats. She followed Bashinji home with the kindest eyes anyone had ever seen, and so it was no surprise when she came into her own as the leader, the organizer, the advisor. She always seemed to know what to say, what to do, and how to make each and every lion feel better after some hurt or other. She spent eternity with cubs, patience shining through, and encouraged every adolescent to more and better things.
When it came time for her last heat, she approached the once and forever King, Sutekh, with her head bowed and a simple request: cause me to live forever in one of my children, let me live to see her grown, and do not stand in my way when my spirit moves to join the Duat.
How could he say no?