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- Mr. Kitty was not impressed. Mr. Kitty jumped. He went from being two feet away to being zero feet away in just about a billionth of a second.
- <Aaaaahhhh!> I yelled.
- "MrrrOOOOWWW-hsssssss!" the cat said.
- Suddenly it was a wild tangle of claws and talons and beaks and teeth and I swear we must have looked like one of those cartoons where Bugs Bunny and Yosemite Sam are fighting and all you see is swirling dust and cartoon stars.
- We fell apart, glaring and panting at each other. I had gotten in a few good hits. But Mr. Kitty was fast. And Mr. Kitty had clawed my belly down to the skin, bitten me in the neck, wing, other wing, and left leg. All in approximately six seconds.
- I wasn't up for a second round. I did not want my obituary to say "died from injuries sustained while battling a fat house cat." That would be embarrassing.
- I could demorph. Or I could escape.
- Out through the shut window? No.
- Through the closed door? No.
- Which left demorphing.
- Except that right then Rachel decided to rescue me.
- CRASH!
- The window exploded! In blew a rock, followed by a massive bald eagle, wings folded.
- She flared. Her wings practically stretched from wall to wall. She landed on the bed.
- "Rooowwwrr!" Mr. Kitty said in a very surprised voice.
- <Come on, let's bail!> Rachel yelled.
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