Goes for help

With a forlorn look back at her clothes, Felicia carefully took the attic steps down. She'd be baked alive if she stayed in that musty attic, and she owed it to her tenants to get this taken care of. On silent, gentle cat paws, she hopped onto the floor and began searching for some help. Vikki wasn't going to be any help, wherever she was, and Mariann and Lady were probably still all the way downstairs and outside. So, they were last resort options. Sophie might be helpful.... but Phi probably wouldn't be, and it'd be 50/50 on who would answer the door. With left her with one option; her newest tenant, Pumpkin the harpy.

Felicia braced herself outside Pumpkins door, never a fan of when she had to act more like an actual cat. With a shudder, she started scratching on Pumpkin's door, even going so far as to debase herself further by letting out a few meows. Eventually though, it bore fruit, and with her feline ears Felicia could hear the tapping of talons on the floor approaching.

Pumpkin seemed to be suffering from the heat as well, a loose tank top still slightly damp with sweat despite its skimpiness, and a skirt fluttering slightly in a breeze coming in through an open window behind her, augmented by a few fans Pumpkin had apparently set up around her apartment. Currently, she was cocking her head to the surprise in confusion, looking down at Felicia with a strange expression on her face. And that's when Felicia realized there might be a problem.

Pumpkin wasn't that new of a tenant, but she was still pretty new, and now, looking up at her from her diminutive transformed state, Felicia couldn't remember if Pumpkin was ever told about her being a were-cat or not.