Focus on the issues at hand, she tells herself, ignore the fact her roomie is apparently magical and get back to what is relevant. Like Even and the Captain trying to corral them together.

"Hey," she shouts at the cats, lunging across the room for the baseball bat. She gets her hands on it, and holds it out, even though she knows she can't hurt either of them. "Okay. Okay, see, the news had all these animals going crazy, but the cats seemed okay and I was going to tell you in the morning only... Now they aren't okay."