Well, my wish was granted, if that's what you're asking. [Not that she's about to say what that wish was, of course.]

Though now that I'm thinking more clearly, I'm realizing that my wish has less meaning when I've been ripped out of my own universe and set among blankly smiling townsfolk. C'est la vie.

It sounds like things went less well for you, however. Did the cat not abide by your contract, or are you just regretting your choice in wish?