I was aware of her watchful stare long before I spotted her. The changeling could mimic any live creature. I peered suspiciously at the scorpion creeping across the porch boards. As it disappeared between the cracks, I turned around, eyes digging into the crevices. I could feel the laughter in the air. Then she blinked. Just beyond the old screen, two cat eyes watched me with amusement. Her grace was depicted well in the feline movements as she stepped out of vent. Stretching her legs up my legs, I watched in amazement at her slow transformation. The black fur that enveloped her became the raven hair that would crown her ivory skin. A vixen smile lit upon her lips.
“Welcome, Godfrey,” she greeted, winking one long lashed eye.
I lost my voice, realizing the origins of the expression “Cat got your tongue.” She smiled slowly, leading me to the door.