She was sly and light-footed. One of her many talents. A nimble tigress out for a jaunt. Zoning in on the sheep people whenever they came in range and dropping back before they noticed her. Sometimes their eyes held the golden shine of their leader, their god as they realized they were being watched and shifted their gaze toward her. Most of the time they were no different from everyone else, the others who were not sheep, or not the same kind of sheep. Amy has lived long enough to know that none of it mattered. She would always be an outsider and more so once the unchanged joined the ranks of the changed and became worshippers under one god. A prospect that was inevitable given the evidence she has seen and stored in her mind. She was not only a cat but a scientist as well, a detective. And though she took on this role she didn’t care anything about the outcome devised for these people. They had forsaken her long ago. If she had to be truthful she would prefer to be alone, not changed or unchanged.
