Bring the rain and the bring the mire, because we've always been okay

[cyfor]

Cy slams the door of the Casa behind her and drops her coat on the floor rather than hanging it up, transforming into her proper shape with a declaration of "Thumbs!" She is fresh from the Flagg rally, practically radioactive with energy.

She bounds into the living room, leaps onto the coffee table, scatters the papers and magazines sitting on top of it in all directions, and meows. "Food now! Now? Now!"

Some times, in fact, a cat is just a cat.