Mary trusted in the limb as much as he did. Especially since it hadn't groaned in the slightest when she'd stretched out on it. Digging her rear claws in just a little she pushed the bulk of herself closer. A rumbled murr rattling from her lips, as his fingers scritched just that perfect spot.
The broad of her forehead against his stomach as she eased closer. The temptation to shift was there. And she took hold of it. Large paws resting on his thighs, pads of each digit catching on his trousers. Muscles, flesh, bone, all began to ripple and shift. Shrink, and slide, as fur pulled in, and grew where it should.
Her face hidden in his shirt, it wasn't as painful as changing feline, but she didn't want him to see that it hurt her. Once it was all over she shivered. "I do like rolling around in the dirt with him. But I have to say being lazy up in a tree with you, is something I would prefer."