"Just so you don't think I'm being too unfair, I'm going to do the same thing to myself, Jon, how about that? I wish, that everything I've wished upon Jon, other than only being able to make cat sounds, would happen to me too. Ooh, he he! Uh, what? Oh well, I'll get that later," Sarah said first in glee, and then momentarily being distracted by the fact that she had dropped the stone as her hands had transitioned into forepaws, but that was to be expected, after all. "This is, so wonderful, look Jon, I'm a kitty girl too! Meow!" Sarah said, holding up a big paw, practicing extending and retracting her blue-painted claws, as her long bushy tail swished around behind her. Her regular head of blonde human hair had also changed to absolutely stunning tabby-patterned, much finer hair, fur if you will, but as long as it was before. It looked strangely fitting. And that's not all. She would probably only be aware of it when she next looked in a mirror, but her face was different too, and not just due to the fact that it was furry. "Look, we're almost twins! We've both got the same beautiful tabby fur! Of course, I did wish for you to be a beautiful girl, so it stands to reason you'd land close to my own appearance, ha ha!"
I still didn't know what I looked like myself. Sarah almost certainly wasn't talking about my face, just fur pattern and body shape. That would probably be a shock for me too, even though I had a good idea of what to expect. But in reality, Sarah was now a lot prettier than before. She had always been... sexy. Hot. But never beautiful. I wondered if that difference would bother her when the time came. If it would feel like an insult to her original self. A reminder that she couldn't even wish away.
Well serves you right, I thought. At least she's in almost the same situation now. Except for the most important part. It's so hopeless. Unable to speak, unable to write, not in an easy position to type because the computer is off. If only there was some other way to get her the information. But it's not like it's already written out in... some sort of...... letter... oh my god, I thought. How could I be so god fucking damn stupid. All this time, the information is already sitting there, legible, and ready to be read, right there, not even in a hard to get place, as good as if I had actually successfully written it out myself. I looked at the box that held the stone until a few minutes ago, sitting on my desk.
"Meow, meow!!!" I called to Sarah, pointing at the box as well as I could with paws.
"What's the matter now?" Sarah asked.
I batted at the box.
"That little box?" Sarah asked innocently.
As Sarah came over and looked at it, I ruffled the edge of grandfather's letter, which was folded up into its base, but with just one edge of the paper sticking out the side, with a toe of my right forepaw. God, why didn't I think of it earlier, that was so goddamn stupid! Here it was, the obvious answer to communicating the problem, right here, all spelled out for her to read already, already on my desk, and I was sitting here thinking things like duurrrrrrr, if only I could send her some sort of secret message in morse code or something, durrrrrr!!!!
"A piece of paper?" Sarah asked.
I nodded furiously.
"You should have said that a minute ago, before I gave myself big adorable kitty paws! Hold on a moment.... is it important?"
I nodded as furiously as I could.
"Is it urgent, that I know right now?" Sarah asked.
Well actually, I thought. I shrugged and said "eh". It especially wasn't urgent now if my suspicions were correct about the way Sarah's most recent wish had been interpreted.
