Leon saw from under the desk the two remaining miniaturized fools cowering in each others' arms at the door. He never did like the new recruit, Panther, because he seemed fairly weak and certainly wasn't as good a pilot as himself or Wolf...who was now in that damnable woman's belly. When he got out of here and the spell wore off, he would certainly take revenge on this person for so callously eating his leader. However, he supposed HE was now the leader, so in a way he had her to thank. He decided that he would make the assassination quick and devour the corpse afterward. It would be a fitting end.
The felinoid's feet began going toward the desk and Leon's heart jumped up into his throat. "How could she have seen me?!" he thought to himself. The feet turned away when they reached the desk, however, and he could hear it move above him a little. A small belch came from above, and he figured she was leaning on the desk, surveying her next two morsels.
Just then, Panther yelled, "Leon, watch out!" and Samantha turned around and dropped down quickly onto her knees and swiped her arm under the desk, grasping the lizard in one quick swoop and transferring him to that trap that had claimed three of his allies already. She stuffed him in her cheek and licked him with a large amount of slobber. This tickled him and he giggled his little lizard-giggle in spite of himself as he tried to ward off the tongue instinctively. He felt himself blushing and realized he liked it.
Slippy and Panther first looked at the crouching cat's nice little butt connected to the fluffy tail wagging in the air, then to each other, and smiled, knowing what the other was thinking.
They ran forward, arms outstretched, determined to embarrass the cat before they, too, joined their friends. Panther would take the left cheek and Slippy would take the right...they heard a familiar gulping sound.