[Her eyes crinkle at the corners, smug despite his tone.]

I know~ there is, because I sent it with my delivery this month.

[She had resisted the temptation of stuffing the box with only cat books, only a trio; given Jason's radio silence and the fickleness of the transformation's length, the occasion might have come and gone before she could visit. Jokes that have to be explained afterwards tend not to be as funny.

At his question, she sobers, tilting her face further upwards, ears flicking.]

And this? It's a Sunset Falls thing. In March, people turn into cats if they don't put milk outside.