Padmé found a small laugh escaped her at hearing Anakin's laugh. It was hard not to have it feel contagious. Her friend's departure slipped into the recesses of her mind. "I don't know if I would say that."
"I don't think you would look right with fur and a tail, though." Padmé momentarily glanced down, trying to squash the urge to laugh at the mental picture that caused, then glanced back up again and froze. Anakin was no longer there. It was just -
A cat. An actual cat. She stared, shocked, her smile gone and replaced with utter shock. "A- Anakin?"