You stifled a laugh as you walked into the living room after taking a shower.

Your recent outing with the angel had taken you to a time in the middle of a plague, and while creating a cure, he had tested a model on himself. It had been two hours since then, and now, before you, stood (on all fours, by the way) a tiny version of Aziraphale, with large, cat-like white ears on his head, pinned irritably, and a long fluffy tail that lashed. He looked adorable in his new kitten form.

He groaned, looking at his tail.

"What in the Almighty's name is happening to me?"

His usual suave voice was a few pitches higher, matching his new image. It was still soft, though. At least that didn't change.