Brown Tabby | MARKSON

6

Mark was in his cat form, licking himself on the carpet.

It was pretty disturbing imagining him doing it in human form.

Oh god.

Mark let out a faint meow when he sensed me staring from my bed. I quickly looked back to my computer screen, but it was too late.

"Is everything okay, Sir?"

I felt sudden weight on my lap.
Mark's ears twitched as he peeked from behind my laptop. His hair was on his face, making him look even more adorable.

"Yes, Markie." I pet his ears with a smile.

Mark purred and leaned onto my hand. I scrathed behind his ear, making him lean even more, eventually rolling onto his back and purring in satisfaction.

"You like a good scratch?" I smiled.

"Yes Sir." Mark closed his eyes.

He rolled up into a ball next to me and yawned. I tried to stop my heart from melting, it was getting messy.

"Aww, is my kitty tired?" 

Mark hid his face with his sweater paws and nodded.

I smiled, more to myself and continued doing stuff with my computer.

My precious kitty slept peacefully like a baby for about an hour.

Suddenly he started squirming.

I didn't do anything, I just kept an eye on him, making sure he doesn't hit his head on the wall.

His forehead had a thin layer of sweat on it, and Mark continued squirming, letting out faint whines and whimpers.

"Mark?"

I put my hand on his shoulder to wake him up from the obviously uncomfortable dream.

He turned around once again and hugged my leg.

My eyes widened when I felt something rather suspicious press against my calf.

Mark's eyes fluttered open and he immediately pulled away.

"Oh no..."

"Mark? Are you okay?"

He gulped a couple of times and pulled his sweater down. "It's- it's the thing again-"

"What thing?"

"I-I need to go"

Mark got up from the bed, but as soon as he started to rush away, his knees gave up and he collapsed onto the ground.

"Oh god, Mark-"

I went to him and tried to make him to look at me, but as soon as I touched his leg, a moan escaped his lips.

He gasped loudly for air and kept pulling his sweater.

"Off, please take it off" he fought with his sweater. "So hot, so hot--"

And now I knew exactly what was going on.