"Well, don't act so surprised. I can tell that you took some yourself."
"Yes—but how—"
"I thought it would be an easy life and I want to stay around here and watch things for a while. It ought to be fun."
"But how?"
"I anesthetized the cat and grew a bridge into his skull. It took five hours to transfer the bulk of my personality. It's odd, but it blended right in with his."
"But—your speech!"
"I've made some changes. I'm omnivorous now, too, not just carnivorous—or will be in a few more hours. I can go into the hills and live on grass, or grow back into a man, or whatever I like."
Amos consulted his own inwardness again. "Is this possible? Can a human mind be compressed into a cat's brain?"
"Sure," said Unconscious, "if you're willing to junk all the excess."
He thought about it. "So you're going to stay around and watch," he said to the cat—no, Frank. "An intriguing idea. My family's taken care of, and nobody'll really miss me."