Well, this was a predicament indeed. You were catted, by who? Well, Gale cant answer that, he wasnt there. Shadowheart and Gale both tried to undo the curse. Quarterstaffs, and all.

But um, here you are, purring in Gale's hands while shadowheart tries to figure something out. "Ask your goddess!" Shadowheart blurts out. Gale stares at her in both disbelief and shock. "No? Mystra has problems beyond our companion being catted. Plus, she wanted me to blow myself up!"

"...so you're content with our camp leader remaining a fumbling kitten!?" Shadowheart said, frustrated in their abilities not being enough. But Gale was scratching right behind your fluffy cheeks, illiciting many purrs. "Theyre so cute." Gale sighed, looking down at you. "You can still lead us, yes? You cant be that different."

Astarion who overheard only facepalmed, and Wyll stared blankly at the scene. Ah, but Gale's warm lap and sweet words...!