I’m not expecting felinity any time soon, although it would be a useful distraction from Tom’s current immense fit of the sullens.
Well, it's ninety pages and twenty-five thousand words, so that's a bit of felinity whenever you're ready for it; but the entirety of that is supposed to be pretext for what happens next, and I honestly haven't figured out what that might be.
A good technique to treat both of you might be to have Tom read it to you. It has a good hook and it gets interesting rather quickly.
To be honest, the science of this potion of science fiction is mostly nonsense.