Felis

Well, Felis had just been kicked to the curb by another owner. Again.

He was swept up off the street, taken into a lavish home and showered with attention by a couple who absolutely adored cats. But then they caught him in his demihuman form when he thought he was alone and threw him out, accusing him of lying and mooching off them.

“You’re half human! Go participate in society, you lazy wretch!” shouted the old woman who had been cooing over him and petting him mere hours ago. Ugh. She gave the best treats, too.

Now Felis walked the streets in his cat form, paws padding along the sidewalk of a busy street, weaving through legs as he trotted along, whiskers twitching at every different sensation he came across.

Humans squealed and pet him as he passed, but no one stopped to take him. Was he not being cute enough? He stopped and stared at himself in a store window—no, he was definitely cute. Super fucking adorable.

Look at my big, sweet eyes! Don’t humans love cats with different colored eyes? Felis thought with a huff, tail flicking behind him. He was still examining himself, mid lick of his paw when the sky rumbled, and he looked up to see the clouds growing dark with an oncoming storm.

Ah, crap, he thought with a scowl. He hated thunderstorms.

Felis started off again, darting into an alleyway with an overhang, right next to an office building. He sat at the entrance, tail draped over his little paws, nose twitching as he watched people pass by, carrying umbrellas or holding jackets above their heads.

He blinked sleepily, tiny body swaying as he fought off exhaustion. He almost dozed off waiting for the rain to stop when a bag dropped right in front of him, making him jump, fur standing on end.

A frustrated looking man stood there, glaring at the sky. Felis looked him over. He looked rich and well-off. But he seemed like he was in a bad mood, so Felis’ usual cute antics probably wouldn’t work on him. Men were harder to sway compared to women.

So, Felis snuck into his bag as swiftly as he could before he picked it back up. He slipped under the jacket draped over and made himself comfortable. The man picked his bag back up moments later and headed off, answering phone call after phone call as he got into a car and mumbled out an order to whoever was driving.

Soon enough, Felis was in a house. The bag was set down on a coffee table, and Felis peeked out from underneath the jacket, ears perking up. The stranger was pacing, once again on the phone, dressed in a nice, form fitting suit ensemble. Felis glanced around. Yeah, super rich. Jackpot.

Felis hopped out of the bag and sat on the coffee table, paws perched perfectly in front of him, tail curled over top. “Meow,” he mewled, grabbing the stranger’s attention. The man’s eyes widened in horror.

Congrats, bitch. You’re now a cat owner.

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mood: smug

thoughts: He wouldn’t kick me out. There’s no way. It’s raining, I’m sickeningly adorable, and he’s got to have some sort of moral compass. Wait, should I reveal I’m a demihuman…?

Love Level: 0%

Hate Level: 0%