#PissyArt: The Cat Chaser Conspiracy

You loved our "Amateur Omorashi Legends" series; now follow along as we cover groups, individuals & organizations that incorporate pee into their stage act or public performances.  Some are active in the present day while others have long since hung up their pissy dancing shoes--either way, the focus will be on how they used their talent & social reach to bring Omo and pee play to the mainstream, and what effect--if any--their advocacy had on perceptions of the Omo fetish community as a whole.  

First up:  The Cat Chaser Conspiracy

Cat Chaser Conspiracy rehearsal

You've heard of the RiotGrrrl movement of the early '90s, but unless you were active in the online Omorashi community in the 1996-1999 era, there's about a 100% chance you haven't heard of its demented 3rd cousin once removed, "Wettygurl".  While the trend didn't catch on very far beyond the Pacific Northwest, it certainly made a huge impact on those who were there to be a part of it as you're about to see. 

Wettygurl is exactly what it sounds like:  rock fans being led by their idol in transcendent pants-pissing protests to the sound of intense Punk music.  But it went beyond just concert venues & tour buses:  in the late '90s, this female-led anarchist movement used public pants-pissing as a central tool in its arsenal to break down oppression and rise above the humdrum lull of everyday life.  Unless the whole thing was a hoax as some online skeptics claim.  Either way, here's what we know about the band leading the Wettygurl movement, The Cat Chaser Conspiracy, an (alleged) Seattle Punk band founded in 1983.

Because their heyday was riiiiiight before modern internet & social media came to be, nearly everything about them comes from old archived Tripod/Angelfire/Geocities-type pages like this.  One of the band's lead singers (stage name: Moppet) even posed for some of the popular Omo magazines of the day, such as WetSet.net.  (Skeptics suspect the whole band was just a wet dream created by WetSet staff in a time before fact-checkers really could dig up the truth).  Moppet claims to have been a bedwetter as a child and to have pissed herself in the confessional booth at Catholic school until the priest finally resigned in frustration!

Moppet's dream:  One day women will piss themselves upon seeing her in the streets.

She was talking about 'untoilet training' way back in the late '90s.  What a dreamboat!  A woman far ahead of her time.  I'd love to know what happened to this band and this leading lady in particular.  We sure could use a rock-n-roll savior like her in this era of soulless, talentless teenybopper industry plants.   

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About the band's "Wettygurl" fans:

Wet fetish band from Hell!

With the recent publicity and tour of the RockBitch band in the spring of 1997, we felt it was time to share some of the info we have about Cat Chaser. The following article appeared in issue 15 of Wet Set Magazine and we have added to and rearranged some of the pics which were used in that article. The Wet Set Magazine article is reprinted with the kind permission of the publisher of Wet Set.

A new band is emerging from the underground scene in Toronto, Canada - totally uninhibited, and eager to break even the most basic taboos. Based on their ideas of Discordianism and "feminine anarchy", they may just have found the ultimate way to shock the establishment!

 Karla is a dedicated Cat Chaser fan, and goes to every gig. She has always enjoyed breaking the rules, and now that can include maybe the first one she ever learned. Recently she introduced her friend Jade to the new scene.

"Cat Chaser is the wildest band I have ever seen. Through the week all I can think about is Saturday night. It's like great music and total freedom from everything. I always wear my 'baby doll' stuff because it makes me feel just right when I finally let myself go - and I do mean 'let go'!"

It's Saturday night, and Karla is meeting her girlfriend at a bar near to where the band is playing. Since Jade is new to this scene, she is dressed in a regular pair of faded blue jeans. Even though Karla has told her all about it, she still isn't quite sure what to expect. The idea excites her though, and she knows she wants to do it.

The girls talk and drink a few beers before heading off. Jade instinctively heads for the bathroom, but a tug on her arm and a smile from Karla reminds her where they're going.

Once inside, the atmosphere is dark and mystic. The band has just finished setting up, and the flickering light from candles on stage reflects eerily off the mic stands and drums. Karla immediately embraces the mood, and a wicked smile crosses her lips. The ambience is total Gothic, Vampyric... Satanic!

Jade looks anxiously at her friend, but it's clear she is no longer the same person - Karla has become a child of Eris, the Goddess of Chaos, the wetty Goddess!

She still feels a bit uneasy as they make their way through the crowd to the bar. Around them in the darkness guys are dressed in black leather, but the girls seem more like the submissive and willing prey of some gothic Vampyre.

Even Karla is wearing a white frilly crinoline dress with pink satin underskirt, an outer layer of see through chiffon, and little girl shoes. Her socks, like her panties are decorated with lace and frills. She could almost be 5 years old - but for the studded leather wrist bands and collar!

With drinks in hand they push their way back through the crowd towards the stage. Jade is aware of the fullness in her bladder, but does her best to ignore it. Karla has told her not to think about it, and to wait until the time feels right. She realises she has already come too far to turn back, and despite some residual fear is determined to go through with it. And besides, Karla has assured her she won't be the only one!

Then suddenly the lights go on. The drummer yells 1,2,3,4 and the band goes straight into their first song - "Political Passion". The singer's scream almost drowns out the instruments - it's Gothic ambience to the max! The music is loud and demonic, and the lyrics urge the faithful to renounce virtually every rule they have ever learnt.

Caught up in the mood, the two girls are soon dancing with total abandonment. The singer is reaching out to all the females in the audience to defy what they've always been told, and to surrender themselves to total freedom. Karla is completely under her spell, and listens to every word. She knows them all of course, but is waiting for her favorite song.

Several songs into the set Jade becomes aware that every now and then, girls in the audience will stop dancing and stand perfectly still while staring at the stage. Although it's hard to see in the darkness, she knows exactly what they're doing, and is strangely aroused and excited by it.

Just as she starts to think about her own urgent need, her attention is drawn to the singer, who is asking the girls in the audience if anyone has wet her pants tonight! The crowd roars, and a young baby doll figure is pushed by her friends through to the stage. Bob is quick with the lighting, and as the singer helps her up, the glistening wet stains on her dress are obvious to all.

She is clearly embarrassed, but somehow revels in the attention. It's not clear what she whispers into the mic, but in response to the whistles from the crowd, she pulls up her dress to display her wet panties before sliding back down to the dance floor.

The singer tells all the girls that it's OK to wet yourself - so DO IT! Then she announces that the next song is "Emotional Pee".

Jade can feel Karla tugging on her arm, and she realises the time has come. She gazes up at the stage, mesmerised by the lights, and concentrates on the words of the song. Then just as Lissa leads into the chorus, a beautiful warm feeling starts to spread out from between her legs and down her thighs. Inspiration comes from the lead singer and bass player, both of whom are doing the same thing.

Karla too is completely under the spell, and helpless to stop herself - not that she would want to! The look on her face is one of pure ecstasy, as eyes closed, and gently moving to the music, she gives herself up to Eris, and begins to wet her pants.

 Bob swings the spotlight around the crowd, and it's clear to all that about 80% of the girls are wet, including the two female members of the band. Jade can't believe what she has done, and for a brief second wonders how she is going to get home. But the sensuality of the experience is well worth the embarrassment, and without a doubt she has become a new convert to Cat Chaser - the wet fetish band from Hell!

(Emphasis ALL mine)


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While that sounds a bit fantastical, I suspect the truth is somewhere in the middle.  CCC was likely a real band that really engaged in these behaviors but their fanbase was probably nowhere near as big as described, and certainly not big enough to be termed a "movement".  I could see them being junkies since that part of the country has always been big on dope.  Perhaps wetting was just another gimmick they tried out, or something their lead singer did as a desperate (no pun intended) ploy to make money & set themselves apart as a band.  Posing for WetSet is certainly not something most rockstars are known for, and the only other existing piece of footage of her is from "Patches," which I assume is Patches Place.  Maybe the skeptics are right...

Whether true, false or exaggerated, it's fun to think about a band like Cat Chaser Conspiracy leading a "movement" of pissy-panted youth in rock 'n roll rebellion.  It sometimes feels like we've gone backwards a bit in terms of feminist gains, women's sexual liberation & healthy sexual attitudes in general since this time.  We went from loud, proud female rock bands who encouraged their adoring fans to pee themselves publicly for pleasure to nagging Tik-Tok docs wagging their fingers at us about why we shouldn't pee in the shower & why peegasms are an existential threat.  Despite the proliferation of free on-demand porn of every flavor, the rise of #MeToo and the pro-sex worker movement, somehow we seem to be losing ground at a disturbing pace.  We just lost our reproductive rights for fuck's sake.  😞

Maybe those pesky Second Wave fems had the right idea all along.   ✊🏽  🕊  ✊🏻

...stay tuned for the next installment of #PissyArt!