Kill it immediately. I wanted to run. I wanted to panic. But some strange combination of the cat’s cunning and my own intelligence came together and saved me. I didn’t so much as flick a whisker. If I had, I would have been dead. I knew that for a fact. If I’d reacted like I’d understood, they would have known for sure that I was no normal cat. Visser Three’s hologram watched me closely. All four of his Andalite eyes were focused on me now. And behind that gentle Andalite expression, I could feel the razor-sharp focus of the powerful, evil Yeerk. Chapman, too, was staring at me. He had the same look in his eyes that he had when he caught someone trying to skip out of school. I was terrified. Or at least the Rachel part of me was terrified. Fluffer couldn’t have cared less. He sensed my concern, but he had none of his own. There were no birds of prey here. There were no dogs. There were no smells of dominant cats. There was only a sort of three-dimensional picture that had no scent.
