"Nya!  Nya nya nya-nya, nya-nya nya nyu!"  She found herself unable to talk in anything but plaintive cries and long sentences filled with 'nya'.  Kisara purred, though, as the merchant pet her head, and she even tried to press herself against him, hoping that he'd do that again.  Maybe if she came!  If she came she'd be able to stop acting like a cat all the time!  Problem was, her kitty was pulsing, wanting something, from him, something that Kisara had absolutely no desire to give at all.