Ianto watched Tosh, wishing he could ask her how much longer he’d have to remain a cat. He knew she was doing her best, but it was frustrating being unable to help or even enquire how things were going.
He still couldn’t say he really minded being a cat, Jack was taking very good care of him, but he really missed coffee. Good coffee, not the stuff the others brought in.
He was also feeling rather useless. Still, if Owen suggested once more that he earn his living by hunting mice, he’d find out just how sharp Ianto’s claws were.
TBC in ‘Licked’