Melanie could hear a strange rustling above her and looked up just in time to see the feline dashing across the landing above. She gave chase.
She dashed up the stairs and after the cat. As she reached the top step, however, she lost her balance. Her centre of gravity had been thrown off by the weight of her breasts and the lack of experience at walking on all fours. She toppled forwards and fell flat on her face. She groaned and picked herself up as best she could, feeling the carpet burns on her arms and legs, and the red mark on her cheek where it had connected with the floor.
She had momentarily forgotten the hunt, but soon the urge to catch the cat returned. The animal had darted into Beth's bedroom. Melanie had never actually been in there, but the door was open and her instinct was telling her to go in. She had a vague feeling that entering the bedroom was not the done thing and would likely get her in trouble. But the need to chase the cat was far more powerful. She entered the room.
The cat was perched on the windowsill, hissing and snarling defiantly.
"Ruff! Ruff! Arf! Arf! " Melanie barked, growling back and snapping at the air.
In her excitement at the chase Melanie had not considered the practicalities of cornering her prey. There was no way for her to jump high enough to reach the cat and her attempts at leaping up on her hind legs failed miserably. She continued barking and chasing the cat around the bedroom, the animal seemingly taunting her by staying just out of her reach. After a few minutes, however, the cat grew tired of their little game and leapt elegantly out of the window, leaving Melanie barking angrily in frustration.
Melanie sat on the bed, panting and whimpering. She had a sense of disappointment, not only that she had lost her prey but that her new owner had forbidden her to return downstairs until her visitor had left. Melanie did not really understand why she felt the need to disobey her owner, but her canine instincts were battling against her desire to be an obedient pet.
The scent of her owner was still strong in the bedroom. She felt an urge to urinate 'dog style' and began sniffing around the room. The smell was strongest in the corner, by the wardrobe. Unable to fight her canine instincts, and the spell Beth had put on her, Melanie squatted and pissed on the floor. She had a vague sense that Beth might be displeased by the large puddle she had made in her bedroom, but she was also sure her owner wouldn't get mad at such a good and loyal dog as Melanie currently believed she was.