The kitty cat with the glinting eyes and pink bows meows loudly, the sound surprisingly hoarse, as if echoing the former bleats of the goat. It sits there, looking up at wrewdison, its tail flicking with a mixture of annoyance and dignity. It seems to accept its new form with a begrudging grace, aware that it is still a pawn in a much larger game played by beings like wrewdison. The transformed goat, now a kitty, adjusts to its indignity in the dim light of the alley.

taken in #alley - the goat