The girl looked at his cat ears again, having forgotten they were there.
"Right…" she replied "Yeah, people would freak out if they saw you— Wait a second. How did this even happen anyway?" she asked as she started to walk towards the way they came in, however stopping, still uncertain whether or not the trap would be triggered.
He moved ahead a little cautiously, mostly due to looking for his hat. His tail slipped out from under his vest, seeming to move of its own accord. “Ugh,” he muttered in frustration. It was definitely harder to hide than his ears. They perked up when he realized she’d just asked him a question. “Oh! Uh… Well, I heard a weird scratching sound outside of the shack one night… and I really shouldn’t have gone outside to investigate. But of course, to my sleep-addled brain, it seemed like a great idea at the time. I mean, it creeped me out, I couldn’t go back to sleep, and I just… I had to know what it was, you know? The problem was, I went alone…”
He frowned, trying to hide his tail inside of his vest again. He knew it was pointless at the moment, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t still embarrass him, even just a little. “So yeah,” he continued, “I got mauled by a werecat. I don’t even know HOW I survived, I think Stan chased it off with a broom or something…”
Finally finding his hat, he dusted it off as best he could, plopping it back on his head and tucking in his ears. Thankfully, they blended in with his hair well enough that if someone wasn’t paying close attention, it’d look like he just needed a haircut.