"Leaning against Moon, I finally got a good look at Serge. He was tall and had white and black blotchy hair. He held a black and white baseball hat in his hands. But the weirdest thing was a pair of white and black cat ears that perched on his head. He caught me staring at them. He laughed, 'Kitten, don't look at me like that. You have your own pair.' Nope. This wasn't happening. I was dreaming, and I would wake up with Mr. T's script in my hand to the smell of coffee. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nopity nope nope. I caught my reflection in a nearby puddle. For some reason, my hair had been dyed a light grey and white, but that wasn't the strangest part. Cat ears perched on my head, the same light grey as my hair. Drat. This was real. " ---- Updates every Monday, but no promises.
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