You want something. I can tell by the way you’re looking at me. You aren’t hoping I’ll give you a reprieve, are you? Turn you back into a human for the day? Why would you want that? You know how important a familiar is to a witch. Don’t you want to be useful to me? Besides, you remember what life was like as a human. So many responsibilities, so many rules… You have such an easy, enviable life as my kitty. You get to stare at me, my scantily clad curves, all you want. No pathetic attempts to woo me, to charm me, to hide what an awkward creep you are. You don’t want to give that up, do you? All for one measly day on two feet