Natasha took a good look herself in the mirror in the hallway. Her tail resembled a wolfs, and she had begun to develop paws. She had grey fur covering her body, and jet black ears. Now her face had begun to change too - her jaw had become longer, now starting to resemble a muzzle. 'What's happened to us?' she questioned herself. Romor hadn't seemed to notice any differences, but then, he WAS the stupidest cat she had ever met.
Natasha walked back into the living room. She didn't know what to do with the boy - he surely had parents who were worrying about him - but with him in the state he was, how would she find them? Part of her regretted taking him in - but it was nice to have the company, and his condition would probably have deterioated had she left him alone.