"A collie." Mikey knew that a collie was a dog, but he couldn't bring the picture of it to his brain. It didn't matter. "So if I become a cat, you can become a cat after me?"
He'd never really seen anything like that before. But he still thought it was really awesome. He was kind of jealous, even though he probably wouldn't ever be anything but a cat if he had the choice, since cats were superior to everything.
"Why don't you keep it?" That made no sense at all. Mikey always kept whatever form he was in when he fell asleep. Except for that one time with Gloria. And that had been really bad.
But Mikey thought of something else. "Oh! I'm Mikey. My name is Mikey. I'm a cat who can become a boy. And I like chicken. The kind with the crispy skin, but you have to take the skin off. And cheesecake."
He was about as bad as if he'd been given the nip, his excitement was so high. The words were coming out of his mouth randomly. He was hardly paying attention, he was so excited at the idea of being a cat and having another cat around. The fact that the guy had said he liked to be a dog more hardly even registering.