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In response to her question, Rachel surprised us both by smacking Jenny on the back of her head. "You dummy! You forgot ta takesh you medi...medi...your potion thing!" she snapped. "You know how weird you get when you're all cat-brained! Ya coulda hurt Shonny!" The smack wasn't hard or anything. It was more a sign of annoyance than an attempt at hurting her.

Jenny's face went pale...well, paler...somehow. She looked at me, probably hoping for confirmation of Rachel's claim. I nodded and she buried her face in her hands. "Oh GAWD! I'm sho embarr...em...bare assed." Rachel snickered. I could see the joke but was too tired...and a bit blue balled...to laugh. Jenny was indeed bare assed.

"So you...you don't remember ANY of what happened?" I asked, stunned. Jenny sputtered. "Of coursh not, Moushy. Cat's don't h...whoa-ho-ho! Moushy is naaaaaaked," she cooed, grinning. Rachel looked as though she was just seeing it too. I massaged my temples. I was reaching my breaking point.

Taking a deep breath, I spoke as calmly as I could. "Girls...I'm tired...I'm annoyed...I'm a little bruised up, I think...and I'm really, really worried about Kim," I told them. Their grins fell when they heard the tone of my voice. Jenny looked confused while Rachel looked at her feet...well, looked downward where her feet would be if she didn't have a flesh shelf blocking her vision. "Jen, you don't remember...why?"

Swallowing, Jenny toyed with her fingers. "Um...caush...caush catsh don't have good memoriesh," she mumbled. Oh. Well that made sense, actually. When she became all...cat-like, her memories remained imprinted, hence why she remembered me and all. However, her memories weren't nearly as well formed when she turned back, leaving her with probably nothing. Dream-like wisps of memories at best.

"Look, I kinda flipped out on Kim and spanked her. She started calling me "Master" and referred to herself as "Kimmy"," I explained. "How can I fix it?"

Jenny frowned, thinking. "Well..."