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Being between humans and cats in the human's world where cats are domesticated wasn't the easiest part of their life. The hybridity of their existence was real but also legendary. No one knew why, no one knew how but they were here, changing form, keeping ears and tail when they have paws or when they have hands and legs. Cats loved them so much. Humans, it depended. Sometimes they disappeared, because someone wanted to experiment on them. Sometimes they couldn't find any job and it was common to see them die in the streets because in reality they had the agility of the cat but the comfort of life of humans, and most of them had a more fragile health than anyone could have thought about.
And this was exactly why Porchay had been in that house for years and years. This little and tiny white cat had beautiful fur, taking care of, always, an indoor cat mostly like a domesticated one. Unlike usual cats, he could help in the house and this was why Porsche and Porchay just went inside. They were hungry, Porsche was wounded and that kind human helped them.
She was called Lueba and she offered them such a luxurious life. Porchay had a soft black ribbon around his neck while Porsche had a bright red one. They loved those colors and picked it themselves. They were between cats and friends. They were just trying to adapt and their friend and master was always adapting to them too.
Though it was getting a little too much those past days just because of Vegas. He was their new neighbor, an outdoors cat and he really wanted to show them a place reserved for them with music, a calm and quiet place to be a sleepy cat and a huge party to change form into a human cat. Porsche was excited, he was out of his usual self, he just wanted to have fun, he didn't think more about this but Porchay had a different view on this. Stray cats were more violent, less civilized and more dangerous than Vegas, their neighbor who loved to eat the worst food possible just for the pleasure of having a sick stomach. He didn't win Porchay's trust but Porsche didn't need trust to want to have a good time.
"Follow me." Vegas had said, whispering and his mustache just wingling as he turned into a full cat shape, his black fur looking long and magical. Porchay sighed, turning himself and Porsche too, in two small tiny balls on a "piouf" sound. The younger one was white as the clearest purity in the world, his black ribbon looked extremely astonishing around his neck, his eyes reflecting softness and his nose being an adorable pink. The older one was white, white as the moon, not as clear as his brother, with a majestuous tail and a red ribbon highlighting his fire behavior.
"Let's go." Vegas meowed, followed by them.
Porchay already wanted to walk away, it was that he didn't really like night, the darkness was going to devour him and in the end, his white fur wouldn't be able to stay clean outside. He hated this already. Porsche was just in admiration, discovering the outside and how bright the night could be thanks to the artificial lights. Some cats looked at them, it was that they looked so good, they were well treated, they had good food, and their fur was often brushed.
