Greedy, gluttonous, vain, wrathful, bad parents, not even loving towards each other. Wretched excuses for human beings who definitely didn't deserve a daughter as cool as Maggie. But they might do better as another species. . .
None of Reverend Woods' congregation would ever forget that service. Reverend Woods was lambasting his congregation for the insufficiency of their donations, something he did pretty regularly, when his voice changed to a yowl. He started again, but no words came out. The congregation was startled, but not as startled as they were to see fur grow over their pastor's face. Reverend Woods's clothes--a $2000 suit--collapsed as the minister himself disappeared. People realized that the minister's wife, who usually set in the front row with a fixed look of adoration, had also disappeared. They were even more startled, though, to hear a tentative meow coming from the heap that had been her Paris-designed dress, joined by another meow coming from behind the pulpit.
The Reverend Woods and his wife had been transformed into cats. Further examination revealed that both were female. (Taylor didn't want Maggie to have to deal with a tomcat spraying everywhere, and bearing and nursing a litter might even do the Reverend Woods some good.)