He purrs like a fluffy little motorboat. <I am, I'm soft and fluffy and I love you,> he says happily.
"So you be a pigeon and be a cat and oppose evil cultists, you probably don't have a lot of time to have hobbies."
"Could be!" Tummy nuzzles. She then pulls back and sneezes into her elbow and resumes snuggling.
"I think you like me more than anybody else likes me, and I'm not exactly picked last for dodgeball."
<You don't do interesting, you are interesting. I like the way you go around being you all the time. It's fun and cute and nice.>
Rhea seems perfectly prepared to do nothing but snuggle her kitty buddy for the rest of the day.
After something like an hour, though, he nuzzles her elbow and wriggles himself right-side up and departs her lap. <Gotta go human again for a bit,> he explains. <Mysterious shapeshifter reasons.>
Pooka kitty stretches too! He stretches right into being six feet tall. This time around he keeps the fluffy fur until almost the last moment, and then it all slurps back in at once. He giggles. "Wow, that tickled," he says, sitting up and wriggling a little.