The shove sent Zeph sliding off Luther's chest, very delicately balancing on the edge of couch left beside him. With a small mew, he gathered all four feet together, tail in the air as he carefully turned, walking back to Joanie. As he settled in her lap, Joanie stared at him, eyes huge. She stroked his fur in shock, unsure of what she was really seeing.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No, Ah didn't." Would she be able to change other things' colors as well? The implications bottled her drunk mind.