Snowball

Now, she’s standing there, fur bristling and tail lashing, with ears flattened against her head. And she does not look very happy about it.

“Nya?! What did you do to me?!” she hisses, glaring at me with wide blue eyes, her hands (paws) clenching into fists. “Turn me back, nya! I’m nyot a cat girl! This is nyot right, nyot right at all!”