I declined to tell her the true figure because she would automatically assume I had done something illegal. Her smile faded and she took a large gulp...from her glass. I returned to the small living room and sat back down in my favorite “easy-boy” reclining chair as she followed me. I knew I was in for a grilling about the side-money.I was sitting but still had my feet on the rug as she stood close in front of me. Not able to get her to change the topic of conversion I reached out and grabbed. Martha's pulse was racing wildly; I patted her shoulder after Mike took the hand. She was trembling.She politely excused herself after that, a hoarseness in her voice. I watched her leave, going back towards her room, not the pool."Hey, I can buy her a book if she wants to learn," Tommy muttered under his breath, taking the cards through another shuffle. " ... They got the ladies league for bridge and all." Nice girl," Mike commented, sipping from his drink."I gotta hit the head," I said just. Take it away. I can't eat it. Please go away." You got to have some nourishment so I'll give you a choice. You can eat everything on the plate or you can suck me dry."I didn't have to wait for her answer. I was unzipping my fly when she started to throw up. It wasn't much, but I figured she wasn't going to be eating a big meal any time soon. She looked at me like she didn't understand what I was saying which pissed me off to no end. I grabbed her hair and pulled her down to her knees. Still no. I don’t know why it keeps coming back ... it’s always the same. Even when some of the details are different, it’s the same. I’ll wake up, and instead of being me, I’ll ... well... I’ll be a cat.And it’ll feel so right.My name’s Kat. You’re probably thinking “Hey, that’s where the whole thing comes from,” but I really don’t think it is. My full name’s Kathryn, and the only person who really calls me Kat is my older brother, Duncan.The weirdest part is always the first few minutes after I wake up.