"He's fine... in a way. He's unharmed. They just switched the brains and..."
"They "just" did what?", Napoleon Solo barked.
They designed a machine and tested it... He was ... a guinea pig. His brain is... here." The man pointed at a strange basket.
"What the hell..."
Suddenly, the basket shuddered, rocked and... meowed until the top fell aside. Two blond ears appeared. Then, blue eyes. Icy, sharp, blue eyes looking daggers at everyone. The feline creature stretched his back and leaped out of the basket, lithely, his tail lashing the table. Napoleon Solo held out an hesitating hand, causing the cat to purse his nose.
"Don't even try to 'kitty-kitty' me, Napoleon!"
"What..."
"Oh, Mr. Solo...", Alexander Waverly cracked a smile, "It seems that the cat... Mr. Kuryakin developed a strange ability to... telepathy..."
The other man cleared his throat. " We're fixing the machine. Mr. Kuryakin... will be back to his old self... as soon as possible..." He wasn't so overconfident as the blond cat turned his head towards him.
Waverly put a commiserative hand on his agent's shoulder. "At the moment, Mr. Solo, you'll take care of ... your feline partner. Take him to your home. I think that Lisa already delivered litter, litter box and cat food..."
The cat stiffened, offended.
"We'll take care of his body here. You, Mr. Kuryakin, if you'd be nice enough and come back in the basket? Please?"
The cat rolled his eyes but complied obediently. Alexander Waverly closed the basket and held it out to Napoleon Solo. "Good luck, Mr. Solo."
"I heard this, sir!"