That was a first. I've never been able to transport exactly I want to. We were in Mr. Lim's living room obviously in the middle of feeding time. His Butler a chimp with a voice box, was serving Mr. Lim and all of his fifty cronies, tuna casserole. The smell made me want to puke. Being a floating head in a spirit cabinet may not be the best plan, having to float in my own sick.
“Oh, great!” The Butler moaned. “More guests! I only have two hands and these hands can't make another casserole any time soon!”
“Shut it, Binky. They aren't eating. Now go fetch me my whiskey sour, like a good boy.” Lim demanded. Binky scowled at Lim and gave him a Zelig heil. Lim rolled his eyes.
“A chimp as a butler, very strange,” Roberte said, resting on the sofa, two of Lim's kitty comrades sniffed his digits.
“As if you should talk. You're a hand without an arm or a body, for that matter. Okay, Johnny, I see you've brought me the package. Now cut the psychic line and ease her down in front of me.” The black cat said, wiped some tuna from the sleeve of his smoking jacket.
“As you wish, Mr. Lim,” I commanded my spirits to perform that act and Coletta lay gently on the floor.
She woke, still groggy, murmuring about Calvin. Mr. Lim ran up to her and snatched the necklace from around her neck. He held it up, the milky eyeball shimmering in the lights.
“At last,” Mr. Lim exclaimed and promptly bit into the eye, chewing it carefully. Coletta screamed, reached out for the necklace. It was too late, Mr. Lim had swallowed the last bits.
“You monster,” She sobbed. “It was all I had left of my Father before you caused the accident!”
“He was working on a lovely potion to help me become human again,” Lim explained.
“The last drop of potion survived as it splattered in his eye. Delicious.”
In mere moments, Mr. Lim had a violent change to his body. He had become human..only in body, though. His cat head survived, as did a tail.
We couldn't help but laugh, all of us, even his Cat friends.
Mr. Lim sighed as he caught his visage in a mirror across the room.
“Oh, shit,” He said. “Oh, well. You can't have everything,” Mr. Lim drank his whiskey sour.
“Very Tacky,” Binky remarked and rolled his eyes.