Purring to myself in kitty delight as I make for the woodline, shapechange back to normal, stuff the two human sluts into my anklet, and cast tree stride again to make it back home in record time. Pulling out the stu sluts and dragging them back home like game, making sure to show off towards the males by lifting up my tail and shaking my booty, a universal sign for kittyboys that a kittengirl wants to mate. Still, I kick in the door to my own tree house and see about how far that kittyboy from before is handing doing housework in my absence.