[Coulson shakes his head slightly, a small 'mrt' escaping his lips, the closest he's getting to a sigh as a cat.]

Really? Wilderness survival training? The things you two do when I'm not here....

[Phil's ears go back at Spock's statement to him. Oh hell. Litter boxes. ...Kill him now. He hisses and manages to look very put out.]

Wonderful.

I think a small child would have been preferable. I'd still have thumbs and no new instinct or senses to get used to.

[A glance at Natasha's now disconcertingly gray hair and a lash of his tail.

Of course her next question would make him blush, if he was human. Instead get a very put out kitten, hissing at you Natasha.

Oh, he is so very pissed at the Malnosso now.]