"Were?" Mikey had heard that term before. From Evan and Niks. He shook his head. "I'm not a werecat."
He actually stood up then, picking up the pukey wastebasket, and doing a very un-Mikey-like thing, took it into the bathroom where he dumped it into the toilet. He wasn't going to try to clean the trash can itself, though. That could just be thrown out with the rest. As he did this, the thought of what he was was confirmed.
"I'm a cat who can be a boy." He pointed at his tail. Mikey looked at the mess that he'd left, and now that he felt better, he could see how gross it looked. He thought he might be able to remember this sight and the way it felt. But he still couldn't promise.
Mikey had only ever met the boy at school who could become a dog. It made him very interested in this guy. He eyed him carefully. Still unable to be untrusting just because of a smell.