“Well the cats are still cats,” I said, pointing to the two of them curled together on the chair. “That's got to be a good sign.” I don't think I sounded like I believed it myself, but Robert was descending into panic and I needed to find something positive to say.
Hearing itself mentioned, the dark cat yawned and stretched in that surprised way that cats do. She cleaned herself for a moment, then circled herself to curl up. As she did this, she became the beautiful young woman, just for a moment, before being a cat once more.
