Karen's tongue shot under his and back and she pulled away. "You take everything too seriously. Mr. Balderstone has a way of helping people relax. So what? What's that Latin thing about disputandum and all?"
"Yeah, but a whole town. My town and yours! And it's given over to turning people into cats."
"My town and yours! You sound like Chief Neff." She kissed him on the cheek. "Hey. Last summer we didn't spend all this time debating."
Wheelan smiled quickly. "I'm maturing. Once you pass twenty-six you get wisdom. You'll see."
"I say if they want to be cats let them. It's very good therapy. And Lord knows we need it."
"It's not right."
Karen sighed. "What was that comic strip when we were kids, about the cat and the mouse? Cicero's Cat?"
"Krazy Kat?"
She nodded. "You're like that mouse. Always have to go around throwing bricks at the cats. And it always got him in trouble. Ignatz. That was his name, Ignatz Mouse. That's who you are."