Talk:Werecat/@comment-25095137-20140806111112/@comment-25035274-20141017115119

Again, ALL the cats will be mine. ALL of them. To that end, and in an attempt to make my dream a reality, I set the fish in a large kitty carrier. The werecat, ravenous as she clearly is, blithly jumps in and starts nomming the fishy. I close door behind her, pick up the carrier (as I am fully capable of lifting giant kitty carriers), and carry her first to the vet for her shots (which she does not like, AT ALL), and then home.

She sulks for a day or two because of the shots, but eventually settles in happily to her new life as a house cat, dining daily on fish and...'cream'.