Disgusted, he tossed it back. This wasn't right. He was a boy, a human, not a cat. Sighing, he got back onto his feet and scaled the fence again, dropping back down into his garden. Cursing he walked back across the garden, and with the same agility with which he'd climbed the fence he scaled the drainpipe and leapt, catching hold of his sister's windowsill. Grunting, he heaved himself up and through the open window.
"Okay," he said, squatting in the open widow, "I'm a catboi now. I'm your familiar. What do you want with me now?"
