Kate knew he was not happy with her plead. Seeing he was a Savannah cat made her smile a moment. "Jasper, you are terribly too wounded to walk." Kate gently scooped him up and cradled him in the clothes that engulfed him. He was a terrible sight. Missing patches of fur, no claws, crooked limbs and tail. Don't you worry, I will get you to a proper size, put special socks on your paws, and give you a lot of good pets, affection, and fresh food."<br/><br/>The mage carried him to her room, she sat him slowly on a velvet red pillow, on her bed. She turned up the light in an oil lamp.  You are not a prisoner, Jasper. I am not going allow you walk until the pads of your feet are no longer painful."<br/><br/>Kate opened a drawer in her bedside table, you, will wear these booties so you do not hurt your feet. I have a fresh litter box, cat toys, water bowl, and food bowl by the window, the double doors over look the front drive. I will let you sleep in. You are hereby relieved of duties. Consider this time a holiday. You will experience what being a cat is really like. I will teach you how to have fun."<br/><br/>Kate slipped the overgrown clothes off him and moved the pillow closer to her. The mage lightly touched his left leg and pulled out a ball of cat nip on a string from the night stand. "This is yours."