"Is that what I am?" He actually hadn't been quite sure - he was short, brown, and probably prey, but he'd been a bit confused by the barking thing.

"We should get somewhere he won't get eaten by someone," he agreed. "Or stepped on." Andrew had rather hoped everyone had turned into something relatively harmless. Of course the Master would be a cat, though. That Master especially -

"Ha!" He turned to look at the cheetah sprawled out on the grass and suddenly laughed, though it came out as a thoroughly undignified chitter. "Having a little relapse, are we, Master?"