Then came the next problem: Sonja herself. The chances of someone discovering this ... whatever the hell it is ... had just doubled.
Unlike Momo, Sonja was active and loud. Every day I came home, she would be barking at the door. What the hell would she do now when the mailman came? And it would be much harder to keep her inside.
Momo was still like her original self: lazy and quiet, except for the rare times she would get a sudden jolt of energy and run back and forth through the house.
Yep, even as a person, she had that cat trait. Sonja had more energy, and would probably be hyperactive.
Last was probably the biggest problem: how far was this going to go? I still had no fucking idea what was going on or what had caused this.
Was this me?
Did I have some weird magical power?
So far, two animals had turned into people, meaning that there was no reason for me to expect it to stop now.
Would I have to start avoiding animals for the rest of my life?
Would it work on anything else?
Hell, if I didn't get my house sprayed for pests in the spring, was I going to end up with an army of insect babes marching from room to room in search of sugar?
And what was the range? Were other pets in the neighborhood going to start changing?
The answer was simple, but the actual effort and procedure would be monumental: I was going to have to move. It was the only reasonable option.
I would have to find a place that was secluded, away from other pets, and most importantly, people.
A place with more room, where the girls could go outside freely, rather than being cooped up all day.
And it was going to have to be affordable. Unless I got a raise or a higher-paying job, I would need a mortgage with the lowest possible rates. Anything above my current rent and I was screwed.
Oh, there was one more problem. I had given up expecting someone to retrieve Sonja, but now I had to hope no one came.
What if someone showed up at my door, asked to see their dog, and this busty blonde with dog ears and tail pounced on them without clothes on? I'm not sure which would be worse, just trying to explain it or the three of us getting locked away in some government lab.
I needed to get rid of all of those fliers I put up. But now that Sonja had turned into a person, I could ask her directly...