Stupid vultures in their stupid ugly clothes.

I sat down in my usual spot as Bast started the Minivan, Nekhbet shouting, "Hurry up, Babi!"

A large creature ran through the windowed display case, smashing the front of the store. It looked like, well, a baboon, but about as large as a bear. It had on a stretched up purple polo shirt, practically about to be ripped in two on the oversized monkey. Long rimmed glasses sat on the top of his head, but they looked tiny on Babi, and a multicoloured bum was in view. His fur was matted, and smelled of espressos and..........Oh, God, was that half melted beetle, I detected?

(I know because of the kindergarten I went to as a kid. Kids there seemed to like eating glue, scribbling on my drawings, and putting bugs in places bugs shouldn't be put in.)

Bast hit the gas pedal, and we were off, Babi scrambling after us, trying to figure out where we were.

~*~*~*

Now, I don't know what Maricopa looked like when we were driving, because we were zipping our way through the road. She got a ticket for almost hitting a pedestrian 6 times, going during a red light, going 45 miles per hour, while in the city limits, you need to go 35 mph, lying about having a driver's license, not having a driver's license, and cursing at the cop who gave her the ticket.

"Ma'am, you need to come with me." He said.

      This was not good. We lost Babi back on Honeycutt road, and Nekhbet lost sight of us, so she couldn't tell the blind baboon where to go. It seemed as though Babi couldn't see farther than a few metres in front of him, and Nekhbet had to swoop down in order for Babi to hear her, which was something she didn't like to do. Swooping involved mortals seeing her, and screaming about a ravenous eagle or something. It was good luck, luck we needed, but that didn't mean we had an hour to bail Bast out of jail.

Bast touched his arm, which was leaning on her open window. "What was that, officer? I couldn't hear you."

"Mrow." He said, then frowned at his own words. His arm trembled, and it looked like he was putting on his clothes, except he was permanently stuck on the rewind button. His clothes and his belt full of guns and tasers flopped to the floor, while the goddess ripped up her ticket happily.

"Is he dead?" Aria asked. "We'll be arrested for murder." She didn't seem too fazed by the idea. We had gotten in trouble, at school and with cops, countless times.

"Oh, don't be so naïve, Aria!" Bast waved her hand at what remained of the policeman.

An orange tabby cat with green eyes, a white belly, and a small pink nose that looked like a jelly bean cut in half, peaked from under the clothes. "Mrow?"

I stared at Bast in horror.

"It'll only last for a few hours. By the time my subjects are finished, they won't even remember that I drove a meter on Maricopa grounds."

"Finished?" Carter sputtered.

"I'm not gonna turn every cop in Arizona into a cat. Too much paperwork once Horus becomes king."

"If Horus becomes king." I added.

"Shut up." Horus grumbled.

"My subjects will destroy all of the cameras I passed in Maricopa. Mr. Rent-a-cop over here will stay a cat for a few hours, and when he turns human again, he'll have no memory of the last 24 hours. He better not be in public when he becomes human, though." Bast said. She said human like she would say feces.

"What if he was?" Alyssa asked.

"You won't be able to un- see the things you would see on this man." Bast shuddered. She put on another glamour: a nice grey hoodie and a blanket. She took the glamour off, and draped it around the tabby, the hoodie over his chest, and the blanket wrapped around his legs and tail like a beach towel, covering his body, even though it was 66 degrees Fahrenheit (19 degrees Celsius).

"Why don't you just use some smaller clothes?" Aria suggested. "Like the ones at Pet Smart? It would fit better."

Bast hissed. "Humiliating. Mocking my clan: dresses and sweaters, stupid puns, even those embarrassing mimes."

"You mean a meme?" I asked, "Those pictures with funny words on them, on the top and bottom? Mee- ms. Now you try."

"Yes, mimes. Besides, the hoodie and blanket won't fit him once he grows." Bast said. Bast did a loud meow, and cats all around the block meow- ed back. "Now my subjects know what to do."

I was amazed by the fact that one meow meant: Hello-cats-I-am-your-leader-Destroy-all-of-the-cameras-in-Maricopa-Please-and-thank-you-I-was-caught-speeding-by-a-cop-but-I-turned-him-into-a-Cat-brilliant-right-it's-this-Orange-tabby-cat-next-to-me-he-is-actually-a-human-So-try-and-keep-him-out-of-sight-that-would-mean-so-much-to-me-and-Rest-of-the-Gods-

"I don't care!" Don snapped, which was the first thing he had said in a while. "Just get in the car, hit the gas pedal and let's get going! Before Babi-"

"RAAAAAWR!"

I sighed. "You just had to mention something, did you?"

We turned, and saw Babi lumbering through the streets, Nekhbet screeching, "Over there! Over there!"

A police man holding a gun aimed it at Babi, saying in his walkie talkie, "Sherrif, we gotta ten- one-"

Babi reached, and grab the The cop in his hand, and Flinged him at a nearby building, crashing through a window.

Babi howled, and punched the road with his fists. No telling what the mortals perceived this as, most likely a crazed animal from a local zoo, or a crazy gunman, or a wild bear from Alaska went on vacation, and the Starbucks he had passed on his way got his name wrong, or whatever. Bast didn't need reminding. She hit the gas pedal, and we were the fastest Minivan On earth.