"My beautiful feline, I don't care what form you bear right now,I just want you to heal and be well.. and that means you must take the form most useful to the healing process.".
"As for tears that turn to precious gems; what need do I have of them?.. I have you, and my mistress and the tavern... I think I am a wealthy man already."
Again he stroked her,"Don't cry any more,love...I have the night off to spend with you. I have thought of a way to make you more comfortable"... He stood up beside her and muttering an incantation in old Castilian Spanish ... he turned around once completely clockwise... and he slipped down and in his place lay a handsome black male panther, a fitting mate for Ike's present form. She looked at him and tears again slipped from her eyes... but they were happy ones,and he gently lapped them away with his tongue......
"Rest little cat"..he purred to her and they lay with heads together upon the stage floor.
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