Mogget was flying home in crow form when he spotted the girl – Girl – trying and failing to feed the cat. Well, that wasn't an opportunity he could miss, was it? He swooped down on the awning, transforming back into his cat form as he did so, fur bristling, teeth bared. He barely even needed to hiss; the tabby jumped as if it had been scalded and fell off the awning. It landed on its feet and streaked away, to Mogget's great satisfaction.

He peered down at Girl. "I smell blood. What are you doing?"