After mating, Jezebel and Mike wrestled each other and chased around like any other cats at play. Jezebel couldn't believe how much she enjoyed moving around in her new light, flexible body. Before the change, Jeff had wondered if he would find a housecat's life monotonous. Jezebel realized that given an animal's ability to live in the moment, boredom was much less of a danger--she could enjoy what she was doing even if she had done it only a few minutes ago. She was even able to catch a mouse. Finding, killing and eating her own prey gave her a deep satisfaction--carrying out the hunting instincts of her new species. She knew that Jeff would have been disgusted by eating a raw mouse, but what Jeff would have thought was less and less important.
Jezebel also enjoyed acquainting herself with the housecats Boots and Luna. (Boots had been "fixed" so he didn't respond to Jezebel's heat.) These were her new peers, while she knew that Mike's catness was only temporary. Boots and Luna were older cats and not as playful, but they seemed glad to have the new company.
After a couple of hours Mike was ready to mate again, and afterwards Jezebel and Mike snuggled up on Jeff's bed and went to sleep.