Becoming a House Cat

Becoming a House Cat Part 2

In my slumber, I had a prophetic dream. I often had those in Willa's cottage. Her magic permeated the place. In this dream, I had found my mate and was bringing her home to her room. It was full of greenery and it was indeed the one in my aunt's old house, which I had purchased last year and moved into last month. I had been renovating the main bedroom for my potential mate, but since I had had no sign of her, the project stayed on the back burner.

There was a lot on my hands these days. I had my regular duties to my tenants around town and keeping watch of the hotel and my two restaurants. The café renovations were added recently. I had purchased it to help out one of our retired elders, in order to rent it out to new owners. There were no takers yet, and now there was Cece to take care of, which pushed everything aside at least for a day or two.

I had so much on my mind that I didn't remember what my mate looked like once I was pulled out of my slumber. It felt somewhat as if I was holding her. She was warm and mighty comfortable in my arms.

When I woke up, there was indeed somebody in my bed. I lifted the covers to find Cece snuggled on my left side. My hand reached for her head before I could stop it. When I let my fingers sink into her hair. She purred. That was the most adorable thing I had ever witnessed. Her eyes opened slightly when I freed her face to have a better look. They closed as she pretended to sleep.

"Why are you in my bed, Cece?" My thumb got caught in a knot. I lifted my hand away by fear of hurting her.

"Warm." She snuggled closer, pulling the blanket back up over her head.

"Do you know what it means to sneak into a male's bed?"

"I was a human for my first twenty years, you know."

"Why did you do this, then?"

"I've been a cat just as long." A sharp trill punctuated her sentence.

"I need to get back to town, and you're coming with me." I sat up, having her let out a plaintive sigh as she rolled off.

Standing up, she stretched her full body, arms in the air. It was a beautiful view since all she wore were panties and one of Willa's old shirts cut to be a crop top. Her midriff and her ass were in full display. She caught me staring and gave me a cheeky smile, sneaking her way out. I surveyed the hallway weary Willa would figure out she had similarly snuck into my bed.

We had honeyed toast for breakfast, then Willa sent us off to the trail to her driveway a mile away. Cece wore the same outfit as the previous day, the bloomers and bra combo. As we walked, she played with the yoyo while I carried the basket full of apples from yesterday. At the car I took off my button-up shirt, leaving me in my white tank top. I heard a squeaky thrill behind me. It came from Cece, who had been staring under her bangs. She caught her yoyo and grinned.

"You'll have to wear a bit more in town. No shop is going to let you in with only a bra."

"Sure." She took the shirt and put it on.

She was struggling to button it, so I helped her.

"How long has it been since you got your human body back?" I finished fastening the shirt. Now she looked like she wasn't wearing ant shorts but at least she was covered to mid thigh.

"A week and a half. I'm still not used to this whole finger and standing upright business."

"What about the hair business?"

Her shoulders twitched.

"Willa didn't have anything to detangle with so I've been doing my best with these clumsy noddles." She wiggled said fingers.