A request

I realize that moving into a school full of mutants means violent ambushes are now a part of my life. I accept that my most frequent assailant is alternately a girl of two meters or a small purple housecat, that I must be prepared for said attacks any time, any where, and that nothing short of surgical declawing will prevent the occasional mauling. And even then, she'd still have her teeth. I do, however, have one small request for shapeshifters in general and Catseye in particular.

If you're going to attack me while I'm asleep in bed, pick a shape. Cat. Girl. Nectarine. I don't care. But pick a shape, and stick with it. At five in the morning I'm barely capable of rolling over, let alone processing that the cat that just hit me in the face is now the girl sitting on my chest. Do you know what that sort of thing does to a bloke my age? The Greeks wrote sodding tragedies about this!