"Do you want a dog?" asked Bill. Mabel and Dipper were prodding through the internet, searching for any cute pets to adopt.

"Nah," Mabel said. "Kittens are cute, though!"

"What about a bird? Birds seem more intelligent and they chirp too," Dipper suggested. "I'd want a finch."

Mabel grunted. "I want a kitten in the shack..."

Bill burst up with ideas all of a sudden. "How about a mouse! Those things look mischievous!"

"Hell no," Dipper argued.

Mabel cleared her throat. "HOW ABOUT A KITTEN?"

Bill and Dipper glanced at each other and nodded. "Sure, sure. Why not?"

Mabel gleamed and smiled bashfully. She scrolled down the page, then found the most cutest cat with emerald green eyes. "I want that one!"

Dipper peered at the price. "Yeesh," he said. "It's a thousand and eighty-nine dollars, Mabel. We don't have enough money, and Stan wouldn't let us use his..."

Mabel frowned. "Aw..." She glumly shut the laptop and tucked it underneath the couch.

Dipper pat her back. "It's alright, Mabel. We'll find a cheaper breeder who'll sell a kitten..."

"But I wanted a kitten now," she said glumly. She pulled her arms out of her sleeves and tucked her face into her sweater.

Bill blinked. "Are you in what you call, Sweater Town?"

Mabel nodded inside her sweater. "Yeah..."

Dipper frowned at her and stretched, getting to his feet. "Well you'll just have to wait..."

They could hear Mabel about to cry hopelessly. "Waiting takes forever!"

Dipper sighed and glanced at Bill who paced and paced around the room. He'd never been this serious before. Suddenly he clapped his hands together.

"I've got an idea!" he announced. "If you wanted a kitten, you could've asked for two!" He snapped his fingers and dust started to swivel around Dipper and himself. In the blink of an eye their clothes were scattered around and Mabel removed herself from Sweater Town.

"OH MY GOSH!" She squealed and looked down.

Dipper coughed a little, spitting out a hairball. He lifted his tiny legs and saw his hands were replaced with paws and claws. He felt warm and walked around a little. He was an American Shorthair and Bill was a stunning Javanese cat.

"Whoa," Dipper said. When realizing he was a cat he let out a meow and leaped high onto a table. "What did you do, Bill?"

The handsome Javanese strode to the table and licked his paws. "Mabel wanted cats, so I made ourselves into some!"

Dipper hissed and clawed at the empty air between them. "You couldn't have just made cats appear, right??"

Bill leaped elegantly beside Dipper and laid on his stomach, licking Dipper's ear. "Being cats is more fun than laying around watching cats..."

Dipper clawed him and leaped down daintily, trotting away onto a cold spot on the floor.

Mabel grinned and took out a ball of yarn. Both cats moved their attention at the dangling threads and darted right for it. Bill leaped onto Dipper's head, pushing his hind legs as he was sent into the air, grabbing the yarn with ease. Dipper meowed angrily and landed face first on the wooden floor.

"Haha," the Javanese mused. "Nice try." He pawed the yarn ball and grinned like a Cheshire cat.

The American Shorthair grunted and walked off, clawing the cupboard. The Javanese chased after him and pounced onto his innocent lover, licking his nose.

"EW," Dipper shrieked and kicked Bill off. He leaped onto a chair and sat loyally on it. Of course Bill jumped right beside him. There was no escape when you were stuck with a demon. Bill coiled his tail and twined it around Dipper's, locking themselves on the spot. Dipper grouchily laid down, licking the underside of his paws.

The Javanese licked Dipper's head, treating him to a bath. Dipper blinked, pawing at Bill, but sighed and gave up. There was nothing but stay in place to allow Bill to finish his work. He shut his eyes and purred, falling asleep while Bill licked his cheek.