The cat had the same smell as the woman who’d poisoned him and turned him into a dog, and then a rage so pure and red took over his senses, that he was pretty sure he’d lost his mind. Again. Now here he was, sprawled on top of a woman who looked sort of like the woman who’d poisoned him, but she didn’t smell the same. At least he didn’t think so. His nose wasn’t working right. Again. He’d just started to rub his nose on the woman’s shirt to try to get his sense of smell back when he realized his nose wasn’t as long as it should be. He could barely see the end of it even if he crossed his eyes. He brought a paw up to rub at it, but his paw wasn’t a paw anymore. He had hands! And better yet, thumbs! “Holy crap!” he cried, which came out as actual words, not barks. He had himself back! Which was about the time he realized he also had no clothes on. “Dude!” The voice belonged to Daniel. Teddy’s roommate was standing at the end of a long aisle surrounded by tall shelves crammed to the gills with boxes and bottles and jars.
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