One Shifty Boi | k.th (discontinued ?)

05 | Help

For a moment, the air between the both of you is thick with a silence so dense that it's suffocating.

"What..." the word sputters past your lips as you stare, brows furrowed in confusion and try to figure out if your cat really just spoke to you.

The silver cat, the talking silver cat, leaps from his seat on the windowsill to land gracefully on the arm of the couch. Bright amber eyes bore into yours, just inches away.

"Now, I'm sure this is a bit difficult for you to understand, but please don't-" the cat begins calmly, but doesn't get the chance to finish as a horrid scream rips past your throat.

The cat, apparently expecting this, simply stays put without reaction as you scramble backwards and fall from the couch with a soft thump.

"-freak out," he finishes with a sigh, and raises one kitty eyebrow as you clamber to your feet and take on a defensive pose. Your eyes narrow and you face him threateningly, armed with a couch cushion and ready to strike.

"Y/n," the bizarre cat murmurs soothingly, and you're momentarily startled that he knows your name. The grip on your weapon tightens. "Please calm down. It's very important that you listen-"

"No!" whatever had been holding you back snaps, and you hurl the cushion with all your might towards the thing.

Unfortunately your aim is very bad, and the furry beast dodges your attack easily. Then, he stretches out one dainty paw and steps closer, gentle eyes imploring you to remain in place.

You don't, and choose instead to lurch backward, stumbling a bit. Blindly feeling the wall at your back, you fumble for something to defend yourself with and retrieve a pastel polka-dotted umbrella which you swing forwards and hold at arms length.

"Back, demon!"

"Alright, I don't have time for this," the cat sighs and gives you a hard look. "I'll get straight to the point. Open the door, Y/n."

At this you raise an eyebrow, and the umbrella goes slack in your grasp.

"Wait, what?"

"The door," he reiterates, with a pointed stare and flick of his feathery tail. "Though it's been fun, dear, I need to be going. Kindly open the door for me and I'll be on way, thank you."

You blink, confused, and then it clicks. "What? N-no!" you sputter, and straighten where you're still standing defensively. "No! No, you're my cat! I adopted you, you can't just leave!"

He shakes his head in response. "I am not your pet. Though because I was captured and placed in an animal shelter and you just so happened to "adopt" me, I'm sure you may think that. An unfortunate misunderstanding, I'm afraid."

Never in your life had you spoken with such an intellectual being, and it happened to be a cat. A cat.

Your cat.

"But..." you lower the frilly weapon, but keep it firmly at hand. "What would you do? Go back out on the streets and keep running from animal control? They'll catch you again eventually and then you won't be so lucky." You raise your chin proudly and flutter your eyelashes. "You should feel honored to have been chosen by such a caring and benevolent-"

"You called me a demon."

"Let's not dwell on the past, Kitty," you suggest, and lift the umbrella again. "But if you seriously think I'm about to let you go, you are mistaken."

Suddenly you think of this cat, on the streets, alone and running from men armed with nets and traps, and your heart hurts.

"Besides, it's not safe for you out there," you continue, your voice softening. "Is that really the life you want to live? I'm trying to help you out, here. Don't you need help?"

He is silent, and you find yourself holding your breath. The cat's gaze drops to the plush floor, seeming to think for a moment.

"Well, there is one thing."

You arch one eyebrow in questioning and the silver cat rises from his comfortable seat on the arm of the couch to face you.

As his sharp eyes pierce into yours and one of his little pointed ears flicks, you notice that, suddenly, something about your cat is off.

You check again. Same glittering eyes, same silky silver ears. You blink, and in that same moment, you realize it.

The eyes and the ears, those are the same. But staring right into your face, with a very human-like nose inches from your own, is a very human face.

He is no longer a cat.

For the second time in just one day, you scream.