Diabolik Cat's (Reworked)

Cuddling and Breakfast [2]

-Shu's POV-

Upon waking, I first notice the strange, comforting warmth enveloping me. I crack open one eye, only to be met with the sight of a girl, the one from yesterday, with her soft arms around my body. Her presence stirs something in me that I can't quite place; it's unnerving. As I glance down at my paws, the reality hits me hard. I'm not just seeing things; I'm a cat.

The realisation doesn't shake me as much as it should. Instead, a wave of tiredness washes over me, and I try to settle back into the soft warmth of the bed. The bed I'm curled up on is infinitely smoother and more comfortable than any bed I've had before. Yet, there's something distinctly missing: a soothing sound, the kind of music I'm used to.

I then went back to close my eyes and drift off. The persistent warmth at my side was far too compelling, and the warmth against my body was too inviting, making me thoroughly shuffle into the woman's arms. Feeling comfortable, only one thing was missing: 'I need my music... it's so dull without it,' I thought, the silence somehow amplifying my longing for some comforting noise.

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-Reagans POV-

I wake up slowly, the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of my breathing next to me, signalling the presence of my new feline friend. I blink awake, feeling something warm and fluffy pressed against my neck. As my eyes adjust, I see Duck, a fluffy yellow fur ball, snuggled close, his tiny body radiating comfort. 'He looks so comfy and cute,' I think.

Unable to resist, I gently start petting him. His fur is so soft, like a warm cloud against my skin. "Morning, Duck," I murmur, my voice still thick with sleep. I run my fingers through his velvety fur, delighting in how it feels under my touch. His little body vibrates with a contented purr, and I can't help but smile at his cuteness.

Duck's response is less than enthusiastic. He opens one sapphire eye to look at me, then, with a huff of mild annoyance, he turns his head and buries it deeper into the crook of my arm. I chuckle softly, finding his reluctance endearing. He seems not to like accepting my affection.

"Come on, my lazy cat, wake up," I tease, giving him a gentle nudge. He doesn't move, remaining in his cosy position as if determined to stay in his warm, sleepy cocoon. I climb out of bed, stretching my limbs and murmuring, "Lazy little thing," not realising that Duck's eyes are now following my every movement with a mix of curiosity and sleepiness with a frown on his fury face.

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As I go downstairs, the faint sound of purring follows me, making me aware that the blond cat is following me. I headed straight to the kitchen, eager to get some water. Just as I'm about to pour myself a glass, a sudden "Meow" makes me jump. The glass almost slips from my grasp as I whirl around, my heart racing.

There on the kitchen island is Duck, sitting with an air of nonchalance, his eyes half-closed and unimpressed. He looks like he's just barely tolerating the world. I set the glass down, looking at him. "How did you?" I started to ask, a mix of confusion and amusement in my voice, but he was just behind me. His response is another lazy "Meow," followed by him closing his eyes again. I hadn't expected him to be on the counter that quickly. After finishing my drink and placing it next to the sink, I returned to the counter, hoping to see Duck; however, he had again decided to vanish. With a sigh, I glance to the living room and see Duck in his usual spot, the couch. 'He must have found his favourite spot.'

I walk over to him, and as if he senses my approach, Duck stretches languidly, his tiny paws flexing. I scoop him up, cradling him in my arms. "You're such a lazy kitty," I say affectionately, ignoring his protests. He hisses a bit, but I can feel the soft purr rumbling beneath his fur.

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-Shu's POV-

Being scooped up and cradled is a new sensation, and while it's not exactly the music I crave, it's surprisingly soothing. Her arms are warm and gentle, and the hissing is more of a reflex than a genuine protest. I settle into her embrace, the soft vibrations of her purring mingling with my own. I'm still adjusting to this new feline form, but the comfort of her arms makes the transition easier. It was nice being held.

As she sits me on top of her on the couch, I can't help but notice the small, affectionate murmurs she's making. It's clear she's taken quite a liking to me, and I find myself feeling oddly content in her strange new world.

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-Reagans POV-

After sitting down, I gently set Duck down on my lap, where he promptly stretches out and settles himself comfortably. I can't help but laugh at his dramatic display of relaxation. "You are the laziest cat I've ever met. extremely cute but very lazy." I tease, running my hand along his back, making him purr loudly.

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After around half an hour of cuddling with the cuddly cat, I knew that he needed some food. I carefully lifted him and placed him on one of the sofa pillows before heading to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast.

In the kitchen, I pour the tuna into a small dish, the rich, fishy aroma filling the room as I heat it for the kitten to enjoy. Duck's little face appears around the corner of the doorframe, and he watches with half-open eyes. I chuckle at his reluctance to move, his sleepy gaze contrasting his vibrant blue eyes.

When I place the bowl in front of him, he blinks and then turns his head away as if to say, "Not interested." I sigh, grabbing the bowl and moving it closer to him, hoping to coax him into eating. "Come on, Duck, you need to eat something," I encourage him, though he seems more inclined to stay at the door.

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-Shu's POV-

I watch her with mild interest, my stomach grumbling in protest at the scent of the tuna. It smells appealing, but my body is still adjusting to its feline form, and eating seems like too much effort. I notice her frustration and the way she gently nudges the bowl toward me. 'She's trying hard', I think, grinning slightly as I could see her frustration grow.

With a reluctant sigh, I finally trot over and take a few bites, savouring the taste. It's not quite to my taste, but it's better than nothing. As I eat, I notice her watching me with relief and amusement, and I can't help but feel a slight sense of contentment for her reactions. It was satisfying to watch that I was rewarding her by simply eating; it made me good to feel this impact on the woman's emotions. 'interesting'. She genuinely cares about me, and I'm starting to appreciate this new arrangement.

14th August 2024
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