In his own words, Paul describes CyberKitties:
They're riders at the gates of dawn, and they take no prisoners.
...The time is in the mid 2060's. Cyberpunk is the name of the game. In-built "skull computers" and plug-in "headware" are the trend of the age; the virtual world of the computer net is as real as the physical city, and the streets run with the powers of myth and new-age magic.
Cool!
...At the heart of our story are the three Cyberkitties - a team of felines trying to carve success out of chaos. These three girls have formed the Cat Byte net-running and P.I. agency. Cat Byte also delivers pizzas - the only way to pay the rent and keep everyone in circuit boards.
Cat Byte provides the girls with an ongoing series of stupid job commissions. When coupled with the girl's unique ability for getting into trouble all by themselves, this leads to a rather unpredictable lifestyle...
...Our stories take place in New-Seattle in the year 2060. The city is a vast network of chrome towers, streetlights and perpetual rainshower. Neon billboards advertise ludicrous products ("Sputnik Fizz - for that great potato taste!"). In style, think of it as a Bladerunner metropolis gone mad. The streets are filled with poseurs, cyberpunks, wandering robots, and N-dimensional entities from another world.

Alexandra (Alex for short)
A Street Samurai
Keyphrase: "COOL!"
Hair: Cyberfur technologies "slinky feel" deluxe
Eyes: Panamatic 221 opto-implants (with telephoto - cool!)
Compection: Siamese Cat
Known associates: Night crew, "Parts R Us"
Ambitions: Star interview in Popular Mechanics
Powers: The weaponeer of the group, Alex is usually festooned with all sorts of utterly duboius guns. Virtually her entire body is cybernetic; she can be blown completely apart and survive to whine about the fact that she's just broken a nail. All sorts of hidden devices and tools are built into her - any of which can be revealed or malfunction at any time for comic effect. These items include a toaster, power drills and a vitamiser. A vacuum foot screws into the bottom of her tail for doing housework.
Description: Clinically insane! This is our "Street Samurai", a manic, blindly cheerful Siamese Cat girl. Alex is equipped with ludicrous death dealing hardware surgically implanted into the most damned ulikely places. Alex is now mostly cybernetic, and can quite happily be knocked to pieces, only requiring reassembly in order to be fit for action once again.
Too bad her assembly instructions are in Cantonese.
Alex is passionately in love with gadgets, and neat new toys are her major obsession (well, that and blowing things up). She claims to still be under warranty.
Svelte and friendly, Alex is the only Cyberkitty that could be construed as being "glamorous" - although the point is moot, since she spends her days watching idiotic gameshows, assembling new weapons and using them on anything which will sit still long enough to let her.
Dressed in sci-fi military gear (designer label), Alex is blonde, and terribly terribly enthusiastic about absolutely everything.

Morgana
A dark childe of the city
Keyphrase: "I hate my life"
Hair: Carbon black
Eyes: Surly
Compection: Gothic
Known associates: Claims to hate everyone equally
Ambitions: To stride across the rooftops of the world (because she's a child of tomorrow with hate written in her eyes). Alternatively, to find a cure to her split ends.
Powers: Morgana can interface with the virtual world of "NETSPACE", zooming a computer 'ghost' of herself through a crazy world of information pathways. This is used to steal information from corporate computers, break security systems - or to fix the high-score tables on arcade machines so that she can get a free game!
Description: The "Decker" or "Net runner" of our team - a girl who taps into the computer matrix via plugs and sockets built into her skull. Obsessed with maintaining an air of sophisticated, intellectual suffering, Morgana takes pretention to whole new extremes. She dreams of eating ramen noodles in the rain - of standing brooding on dark rooftops, or being swept up by a vampire as his bride of darkness.
To this end, Morgana wears black. Black boots, tight black clothes, and her hair is (inevitably) black. She listens to gloomy esoteric music so bad that it can make grown men scream and women real for weapons. Her bookshelves are stocked with French romantic poetry.
Morgana never dances at nightclubs. She says she's dancing on the inside.
She read her own poetry out to her pot-plant until it uprooted itself and died.
Morgana can never hold down a boyfriend - being this miserable is a 24 hour a day job!
Morgana has a mohawk haircut (left loose and flowing) which exposes the plugs and sockets she uses to directly plug computers into her head. Her cheap skullplugs constantly short-out and blast power through her brain - but somehow, she almost seems to like it.
-At the very least, it keeps her quiet.
Morgana is the voice which narrates gloomy introductions to stories, pretentiously over-using cyberpunk cliches until told to chill-out and shut up.

Tammi
A new-age mage
Keyphrase: "All property is theft, man - I read it in my biorhythm."
Hair: Biodynamic blonde (with grass roots)
Eyes: Rainforest green
Compection: Earth mother
Known associates: "Like, birds an' flowers and stuff."
Ambitions: To fit pneumatic tyres to the wheel of Karma.
Powers: Tammi can cast magic - usually with dubious results. Cheap packet spells are the bane of her life. She can levitate, summon little gremlins as helpers, and send an electric shock through her companions - usually the only way of stopping their incessant bickering.
Description: A Californian blonde bimbo turned new-age magician. She's -like- "totally into this spell thing, you know?" Vague, enthusiastic, and obsessed by magical paraphenalia, Tammi somehow manages to blend a hodge-podge of idiotic mythologies into a semi-functional magic power.
A bit rounder and softer than her companions, she wears big old glasses and is festooned with charms and gee-gaws. She normally wears deerskin shirts, peace symbols and moccassins.
Tammi is fond of misquoting imaginary sources. she hasn't read the Golden Bough - but she has read On Golden Pond. Most of her spells come out of packets she gets out of the mailbox attached to magazines. She habitually clips coupons from comic books to gain x-ray specs and magic power crystals. She has a "detector", Rikki the Tiki Tabi - a feline "Tiki" doll which screams blue murder whenever danger threatens (bad news when you're trying to sneak past some guards).
Happy-go-lucky and utterly content, Tammi is the perfect foil for Morgana's misery or Alex's manias. Tammi misuses her powers just to help giver her a cool lifestyle. The girl is a complete airhead - perpetually cheerful and forever meddling with powers she doesn't understand. Very mellow.