Cat astray

“It doesnt have a collar.” One argued. The guy smirked and Gaspar looked up at him. He really hoped he wouldnt just leave him here with these evil beings. At least they seemed evil the way they cornered him. He was lifted and though he disliked being lifted, at least it seemed to be away from here. He had heard comments on his weight before but he was a big cat after all, so it made sense that he wasnt lightweight, even if he had lost some of it over the months. He was lifted onto the guy’s shoulder and just looked around while one paw with retracted claws kept him steady over the guy’s shoulders. He looked back as if he worried they would follow, perking his ears to listen for any cues that they were. But he didnt pick up any sounds at all. He made a slight sigh, looking back ahead.

Mickey often had no places to go and she definitely didnt want to go home. Not that it wasnt fine being home, but she was in a rough spot right now. She sat by the seraph’s apartment, just waiting for him. She didnt even know if he would be home but at least sitting here waiting could rule out some of the worse shit she could be doing right now. She eventually spotted him heading this way, frowning a little as he seemed to be carrying something on his shoulder. She got up and went down the steps to greet him. “There he is. The man of the hour. Did you just finish work?” She asked, eyeing the cat with a peculiar look in her eyes at her question. Even more it seemed that the cat was returning the odd look and she wasnt sure she liked that.

“Kids are disgusting.” She scoffed, never imagining herself doing something like cleaning up a kid’s pule for anything. Well, she hadnt hit rock bottom just yet, so there was still something prideful in her. “I’m not really a fan of cats.” She mumbled, but it was fine if he liked them. The question made her shrug. “Just for a bit.” She assured him. She was usually gone before he woke up. The joke made her lift her eyebrows a little. She couldnt accept a key but she probably would’ve if it wasnt just a joke. They got inside and she just went to lie down on the couch, already feeling a little lightheaded as she had waited outside. “Do you have an asprin?” She asked out loud, massaging her temples.

Cutting off the matting was a relief once they were gone and his fur wasnt all tangled. Sure he would probably get scared if he ever saw his own reflection after the bath but at least the tension of the clumps pulling at the cat’s delicate skin wasnt a problem anymore. The guy complimented him but it was the deli-treat that had his full attention. He didnt even mind the water now, remaining rather calm.
The guy spoke and Gaspar listened as he felt the odd feeling of being covered in soap bring a whole other weird sensation with it. Being wet was one thing, being soaped up was worse. He meowed in dismay to vocalize his annoyance but at least he wasnt screaming. Which was why once the guy began watering him down to remove the soap, he looked a bit more thankful, even blinking his eyes at him to display that this was much better. He mewed as he accepted the treat, chewing it and making a soft mew-ewl-ewl-ewl sound as well. He looked up at the guy once the treat was gone, blinking softly again. It was at least some kind of peace treaty; for now.

At this point Gaspar didnt complain when he was lifted because it was out of the annoying bath with the stinky water. He felt clean but he definitely wouldnt feel fully clean until he had brushed out his fur with his own tongue first. He just calmly watched the guy as he dried him off, meowing happily as he was given the rest of the meat.
The mention of a treat made Gaspar purr lightly. He loved salmon. Really all kinds of fish was truly the way to bribe a way into the maine coon’s heart. The notion of staying off of Mickey made him tilt his head slightly. Mickey was the grumpy girl? He of course couldnt ask. The bathroom door was opened and Gaspar followed him out, stretching a bit as he looked around. He didnt really know where to go or what to do. He did tease the Mickey girl a little, jumping onto her, making her grunt a little tiredly. He eventually settled for the end of the bed, falling asleep rather quickly. Though at some point he was certain he heard the girl whimper quietly in her sleep before she eventually got up, got dressed and left.

Some time passed and Gaspar had definitely warmed up to Vinnie, actively seeking out head rubs and purring from time to time. While he was still a diva, it wasnt often that he had his snarky moments. He was left alone one evening, just sitting by the window looking out. There wasnt much to see but he liked watching the little that was. Passing people, cars, the busy city life. Eventually he laid down to have a nap, mostly from a sudden feeling of tiredness. He woke up on the floor, groaning softly in annoyance, lifting a hand to rub his face that seemed to itch. That was when he realized that his fur was gone, his skin soft like silk, his eyes widening as he sat up, to hit his head on the side of the radiator, having no actual sense of his own size at this point. He whimpered and placed his hands over his head, curling up a slight bit. “Ow.” He voiced, rubbing the sore spot on his scalp.

When Vinnie came home Gaspar froze. It was like that moment all over again when the old lady had found him as a cat. He wasnt really ready to be thrown out like trash. So he laid still, thinking that if he just closed his eyes, he would magically turn right back into the cat he had always been. This wasnt funny, it was cruel and he didnt like it one bit. But eventually he was noticed and so was the lack of cat. He carefully sat up, not really considering his own nakedness because he didnt have to as a furball. “Jes… bik ass.. cat.” He repeated but his words were slurred like he didnt quite know how to move his lips to form the words. He wasnt suitable for communication, he was a cat! Not a person. He looked towards Vinnie with his yellow eyes, though they were a little lighter than when he was a cat. He had fine dark curls that reached his jaw framing his face nicely. “Sal…mon?” He asked, switching between Vinnie’s eyes if he was still looking at him at this point.

He was thrown clothes and he looked at them, though while he didnt put them on right away, his crotch was at least out of sight at this point. He noticed how Vinnie looked around, though he had no idea how to explain the whole ordeal. He himself barely understood any if it. Though they did make eye contact and it seemed that Vinnie could piece it together himself. “Gas….p… Ga..s..p” he tried but it was hard for him to say. “Cat.” He said when he gave up on trying to say his own name. “Butt.” He added, though he did mean to say what Vinnie had called him since he brought him in. Bud. he grabbed the shirt, a little unsure with his arms as he tried to get into the shirt. He grunted and complained in annoyance when it was harder than it seemed. How could people make it look so easy?

He was a little too preoccupied with the shirt to notice how the guy was still freaking out. Though it wasnt like he didnt know what it was like, he himself had been freaking out the first time he had changed into a person. He looked at Vinnie as he came to help, looking a little lost and defeated. He didnt like this, not being a cat. Life was just so easier as a cat. He had already had enough of being a person the first time when the old lady’s daughter had been teaching him how to speak. He wrapped his arms a little around himself once the shirt was on, luckily their height differences made the shirt a little bigger than a nornal one. Gaspar wasnt even willing to try getting into the pants on his own, the t-shirt was enough of a blow to his confidence. “Sorry.” He mumbled, looking away and down. Surely Vinnie liked him less now, just like the old lady had liked him less when he was a cat and not a person.