Dozy humans, believing what they see. Set 'em up with a pretty picture, and they buy it, don't they? The chipped vamp yells a bit when he hits a body in the nose, stands to reason that body is human, doesn't it? Point 'em in a direction and they conclude all over it.
Didn't hurt a bit when I clocked Red's girl. Well, didn't hurt _me_. It was just a bit of sound and fury, yelping like that.
Had a bit of a chat with Glinda later, private like. Yeah, there's a bit of demon in there, and not above wanting things kept quiet. I did her a service. And there was a small favor I wanted in return.
Poker nights, you see. That cat of the witches, it was old enough to have that little surgery. But Wicca, that's all about nature, isn't it? I promised good homes for the kittens if they let her breed like the Goddess intended.
The only problem being that clingy blonde bint - I took up with the poker game to get away from the crypt, a breath of air so to speak - only she don't see why a man would ever want to be out of reach of her charms. So she followed me, happened to be the first time Miss Kitty had a contribution to make. Harm didn't like me talking to the witches. And then she didn't like me playing poker.
Came to the brilliant fucking conclusion that if the cat didn't have any more kittens, I wouldn't have a stake to play on.
Me, I didn't even know you could turn cats. Course it stands to reason they don't change much. Evil bastards when they're alive, and evil dead, too.