[ In the act of leaping as if his life depended on it, he doesn't realize whose head he's leaping onto. It doesn't matter really so long as he can get some form of height on the cat. Leaping onto this person's head is marginally easier than if it had been say, someone of his own height. Must be short - which is probably a mistake, he realizes belatedly. Because if he can reach this woman's head then that cat must be able to too.

His moment of triumph in the chaos is short-lived however. As soon as the cat has been deflected, hands swat, trying to throw him off. And although he's a frog, he still has all his facilities - he knows that voice. He'd never admit it but he had thought about it, how before he had jettisoned away back into time and space, had heard her say that she was going to be fine with Danny and thanking him for making her feel special.

This was certainly a far cry from that. ]

What do you mean what is happening?! Stop trying to swat me off, that cat is just biding it's time to come back and throw me down its gullet.