Again with the trash novels

I was perusing Smart bitches, trashy novels a couple of weeks ago and stumbled across the personal ad for "You Again" by Peggy Nicholson. It's not your average Harlequin Superromance. Mainly because the heroine spends roughly one half of the book as a cat.
What? You look startled. Let me say that again, one half the book as a cat. As in "meow". Obviously it's a paranormal. Less obviously, it's a damn good book. The heroine Jessica ends up "soul jumping" into her cat whilst being attacked by a sociopath. Actually, she's locked in a burning room with the cat and throws Cattoo out the window so that she can "live for both of (them)". It's a touching scene that only a true cat lover could understand. I've always sworn that in a fire, Trista would be my priority. I have a chance, he doesn't. So I got that.
And I really liked the premise, Nicholson took a huge chance by having a heroine who can't interact with her hero, who just happens to be Jessica's ex-husband. He finds the cat, reluctantly takes her in and slowly pieces together that his "Jezebel" is Jess's Cattoo. But he never quite makes the leap to Jessica=Jezebel, which makes him, well sane. Because who in their right mind thinks their ex-wife is a cat?
ANYway, my point: sometimes the off-beat, the unexpected is just what we need. And sometimes, I really wish I were creative enough to make my heroine a cat.