Pointing to the ball of fur purring on the couch he said, “She’s a were-cat, I tell you!”
“So, ‘were’ is your proof?”
He holds out a shredded pants leg. “How much more do you need?”
“You’ve done worse than that in your sleep.”
“Maybe… but she’s still a were-cat!”
“Just calm down and go get cleaned up. I’ll stay here and watch her.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” as he headed out the door.
When he returned 30 minutes later, his found his doubting friend with a tattered shirt and scratches across his face.
“Okay, you were right.”