Jasper's eyes followed Ann as she moved, his tail flicking at the mention of the white Persian cat. At Kate's command, he turned and padded towards the bed, hopping up carefully and sitting next to her. He couldn't help but feel slightly protective over Kate, perhaps his natural instincts kicking in as she had taken care of him. He watched her cut the food, his gaze moving between her and Ann until the latter left them alone once more.<br/><br/>He could smell the spearmint she offered him, saying it would calm his stomach. Cautiously he bit the herbs, the taste was strange but not all unpleasant. He wasn't looking forward to this trip into town, but didn't want to disappoint Kate. Hiding this, he ate what she offered, wanting to obey her orders and perform his role.<br/><br/>Finishing not quite half of what he was given, Jasper pulled away and shifted into his smaller tabby form. He always felt vulnerable like this, even more so in his current state. With a small huff, just barely audible, he moved closer to Kate and laid down next to her.