Anti was back in Marvin's room with him, glaring him down. If he could kill him with a look, Marvin could be a 1000x killed over by now.
His black tail whipped back and forth, expressing his extreme . . . distaste for the situation.
Meanwhile, Marvin was looking through his book. It was getting exceedingly difficult to concentrate, though, with a little gargoyle wishing him death every second.
Marvin sighed, "Look . . . glaring at me all day isn't going to make this go faster. I'm not going to be able to change you back in a day. A lot of the ingredients won't grow back again for another few months."
Anti hissed at him, "A few MONTHS!? That's bullshit! What the hell am I supposed to do as a cat for a few MONTHS!?"
The magician shrugged, "I don't know. Cat things? Why don't you go downstairs and bother the others. But remember, no talking"
Anti rolled his eyes but the prospect of Marvin's suggestion WAS interesting. As a cat, he could get away with a lot.
"Hmm. . okay"
Marvin watched him hop off his desk and slink outside of his room.
'Was that a good . . or a bad move? . . .oh well, as long as he's not bothering ME anymore'
Anti trotted downstairs. It was weird to him being able to walk around so freely about the Septic house but it was something he could take advantage of like this.
'Let's see. . . what should I do first?' Anti peeked into the kitchen to see Chase and Henrik sitting at the table.
It was time for lunch and Anti's mouth watered, smelling Chase's tuna sandwich.
'Why does that smell so GOOD!?' Anti couldn't take it.
He had to have that sandwich.
Sneaking in the kitchen, Anti put himself into a hunting crouch, practically stalking up to the table.
Henrik glanced in his direction from looking at the newspaper but just sighed, going back to his section.
Anti took that as a sign of Henrik not being able to see him.
He could practically taste the tuna sandwich already.
He sat back on his haunches, readied himself at the foot of the table.
AND JUMPED!
Chase nearly coughed out a bite of his sandwich as Anti hopped up on the table.
"Hey, what the heck!? What are you doing little dude!?"
Anti tried to lunge for the sandwich but Chase was faster and pulled it away out of his reach before it could be stolen.
'Aw man! Come on!' Anti grumbled to himself and pathetically reached for it from the table.
Chase snickered, "Aw, you hungry, kitty? Marvin not feeding you enough?"
'Maybe this could still work out for me' Anti licked his little lips and whiskers and made a tiny chirp noise.
"Aw! Henrik, did you hear him!?"
Henrik just sighed behind his newspaper, "Yes, Chase. . . . I heard it"
Chase grinned and tore off of piece of his sandwich, "Here ya go. You can have some, little man"
Chase placed the bites of tuna sandwich on the table and Anti immediately grabbed then, devouring them as if he hadn't eaten in weeks.
