A/N: So in the last chapter I was trying to establish the "believability" of Sam getting turned into a cat. If you still don't believe its possible, then you must be one of those people that wonder how a guy that's out of phase with the physical plane can walk thru walls, but not fall thru the floor. If you are one of those, than science fiction is not for you :oP

Anyway... another Sam chapter for your reading enjoyment. This one is also a bit redundant, but I just couldn't resist writing Sam's thoughts on events. Future Sam as the cat chapters should be less redundant. Sam will either be at different places than concurrent events, or I'll be merging the POV a bit as everyone knows the cat is Sam now. I'm not sure yet on that. I do know that I'm having a lot of fun writing chapter nine, which is the next Sam chapter in the installment. You'll just have to wait and see when I finish it. Heeheheh.


Its me, its Sam, I'm here, I'm not a cat... please.... She tried to keep General Hammond in sight as long as she could before she was carried out of the gate room, on her way to visit the vet. Oh damn.



Chapter 7

They arrived at the infirmary, Teal'c never loosening his hold on her. This getting carted around thing was getting old. Janet was here! Janet would recognize her! She wriggled and tried to make eye contact... and bitter disappointment! Not only did Janet not recognize her, she had on her best dealing with errant children look as she took a stab at giving the colonel another dressing down. She glared at Janet. She did NOT have fleas. Did the Colonel just suggest she be the team mascot? Oh that was a low blow. She'd show him a mascot. Little did she care that the Colonel didn't seem to realize it was her and not just a cat. She felt the soft growl start in her chest again, and Janet gave her an evil eye as if she were something dangerous, or worse contagious.

Sam blinked as they started moving again, and she realized they were headed for the isolation rooms. What? Did they think what she had would spread? Sam sighed.

The group met up with a young captain along the way who introduced himself as the dreaded vet. The growl came back. She'd better watch it or she'd find herself muzzled. Sam thought briefly about making a break for the gate room and taking her chances on P3X-929, but dismissed the thought. Even if she could get away from Teal'c, she'd never be able to dial out before someone caught her.

They entered the room and Teal'c moved to place her on a metal table, but paused before stepping back, one hand outstretched over her, an eyebrow raised quizzically. She shook herself out of the black cloth that she now realized was her t-shirt, and watched Teal'c intently. Somehow she managed to get to her feet. She had more feet than she was used to and they all seemed to want to move in their own directions, all at once. She tried to take a few steps, but wobbled so much she felt it best to just sit down, so she did so, in as dignified manner as she could. Her gaze locked on Teal'c.

Joy rushed through her as she heard Teal'c try to describe to the Colonel the odd sensation they both felt when around each other. Now that he mentioned it, she could sense his presence as well. She was so used to it after all these years, it was so familiar and this body so unfamiliar that she hadn't even noticed until now. Now if they would just make the connection? Nooooo. They didn't see it. A ghoulded cat? A bomb? What the heck were they thinking?

Her thoughts occupied, she didn't notice that the vet, what was his name, Buns something, slipped up to her and started running his hands over her. She startled and tried to squirm away, worried what he was going to poke her with. He was obviously used to working with animals that didn't want to be examined however, because he clamped a hand firmly over the back of her neck and pressed her keeping her still. Damn, she was trapped. She barely suppressed a sigh of relief as he only ran his hands over her back and down her spine, making her skin twitch. Just as she started to relax again, he surprised her by lifting her tail up for a quick peek. She twitched it angrily out of his grasp. The NERVE! If she could blush... than she realized she had a tail! Gulp! So not good.

Whoops. Pay attention Sam. Captain Vet Guy was talking and Daniel was getting excited about something. What had she missed? Suddenly Daniel was in front of her. "Sam?" He said, sounding hesitant.

Oh yes yes yes yes yeeeess. She wanted to jump up and plant a kiss on Daniel's cheek right now, but settled for shouting for joy only it came out as more of an exuberant yow! Damn. Seemed like she could only make cat noises. Obviously whoever had made the alien machine had been able to not only create an animal body, but had been able to transfer a human consciousness to it. So why couldn't they have made it so you could talk too? I mean what was the point anyway?

She dragged her attention back to the scene playing out. Daniel was arguing with Colonel O'Neill, and she nearly growled in frustration as he tried to dismiss what Daniel was saying as ridiculous. She practically vibrated with excitement as Teal'c came to Daniel's defense, but settled for butting her head awkwardly against his hand in encouragement. He looked down at her, head cocked to the side as the argument continued.

Daniel was in front of her now, asking her if it was really her. Of course it was her! "YES! Its me! Its Sam!" She tried, but all that came out was more cat sounds, a stream of yowls and warbles. She slumped. Meeting Daniel's eyes, she pleaded with him silently. I can't talk Daniel. It didn't work. You've got to think of something else.

She tried to think of a way to show them she was here. Before anything came to mind, Daniel was asking her to nod, nod if she was Sam. Could she? She fixed her gaze on Daniel's face, and than carefully concentrating moved her head up and down. Daniel's eye's widened. She could see it in his eyes, he believed, he knew! He was allergic to her was her next thought, as Daniel sneezed suddenly. Oh my, her only supporter and he couldn't even be around her, disgraceful.

At least he believed, and looking at Teal'c she could tell he too was convinced. Drat, but Janet and the Colonel still looked skeptical, and Captain Vet just looked confused. Daniel seemed to sense the skepticism, and asked her another question. She wanted to grin as Teal'c chipped in with a rare bit of humor at the Colonel's expense, and Daniel couldn't resist another dig either. She wriggled in excitement.

The colonel approached her stretching out a tentative hand towards her. He leaned down to meet her eye to eye, and asked if it was really her. Sam was careful to nod. The Colonel's dark eyes filled with emotion, as his hand seemed to move of his own volition towards her, as if trying to reassure himself that she was right here. Rather different looking maybe, but right here. Sam ordered her uncooperative legs to work, gaining unsteady feet to bump her head awkwardly against his hand.

Colonel O'Neill smiled. And than he apologized! She wondered if she could forgive the furball and mascot cracks, but looking at his wide-eyed expression filled with wonder, she couldn't stay angry. She growled playfully and lurched to her feet intending to take a swat at his out raised hand but overbalanced and ended up sprawled most embarrassingly across the table. Did he just say she had a cute little nose? Oooooo, she'd get him. She fixed an unblinking stare and tried to bore holes into him. Maybe she could leave a hairball in his in tray... Oh my, Sam couldn't believe she had thought that. She quickly hoped she wouldn't be in this body long enough to get a hairball....

Janet and Captain Vet were talking again. Tests... scans... blood work... exams. Uh oh. She'd kind of hoped they'd forgotten about that. She felt her ears flatten back to her skull. The vet guy seemed worried about how wobbly she was and how she seemed to be having trouble walking. The happiness of the group at finding Sam was quickly dampened with the realization she wasn't quite human at the moment. The Colonel broke the sudden awkward silence in the room reminding everyone that there was work to be done. Sam was stuck in a cat's body. Her situation hit her with overwhelming force, as despair threatened to overtake her. What if they couldn't figure it out? What if she was stuck in this body? And she really was not looking forward to being left alone with Captain Vet guy there...

Just as she was giving in to wallowing in her own self-pity, the colonel tipped a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. He spoke to her softly, but she barely heard him as she dropped her chin back down on front legs. The others chimed in with words of comfort as well and then she felt herself being lifted up by Captain Vet. Oh well, time to face the music. Couldn't be much worse than the annual physical. It couldn't right?

A/N: There was an early review posted, that speculated as to whether Sam would speak English, or only speak cat. Funnily enough, in my early mind wanderings, I had intended on allowing Sam to speak, making her something like that cat, Salem, on Sabrina. Lol. I changed my mind deciding it would be more fun for them to have to figure out the cat was Sam, and also, not being able to easily communicate presents Sam with a lot of challenges, and a lot of potential for things that can happen to Sam because of her inability to speak English.