No answer. After a minute of ringing and calling, Lorelei tried the doorknob. Locked. Lorelei had an overwhelming feeling that Clint was in trouble and that for the good of both her and her friend she needed to get in. She looked over at Arnold. "Look, I'm worried about my friend, so I'm going to do a little light breaking and entering, but it's for a good cause, OK?"
"Allow me" said Demelza, reaching into the bag that had appeared along with her transformation and pulling out a metal tool that she used to open the door in seconds. "Huh" she said "Guess this catgirl is thief class. Who knew?"
"We're going to have a long talk about this" said Arnold.
Lorelei was already in the house. "Clint?" she called out. She saw a black tomcat.
Clint hadn't owned any pets.
"Clint?" The cat meowed.
Why is an ordinary black housecat a fantasy archetype? thought Lorelei, as she rummaged through Clint's rudimentary kitchen to find a can of sardines to feed the cat. Then she knew.
Her brown eyes locked on Clint's green ones, and she saw that this was no ordinary cat. "You're my familiar, aren't you?" Clint purred.