Who Naimh Oighear & Conor
What I'm your cat!
Where His room
When Just after the late hours of the 29th turn into the early hours of the 30th
Warnings tbd


It was the cat food that finally did it.

Niamh had been eating cat food for six months and today when she walked up to the bowl, circling around Conor's legs and brushing against him, she stared down at that processed mess of jellied meat and... no. She could not eat even another bowl of cat food.

She might have cried about it if cats could cry. Instead she gave a pitiful meow to the empty room after Conor had left and sat down heavily to continue staring at the disappointing meal.

Other people in the circus were feeding her, yes, but it wasn't enough. Even a full bowl of disgusting cat food wasn't enough to keep her from feeling hungry all the time. She was burning too much energy as a cat and putting not enough back in.

So she pushed the cat away and reached out mentally for the true image of herself, for the girl with dark hair and green eyes. She watched her paw below her darken and stretch and the hair retract into the skin.

And then she raided the cupboards.

Conor was at on shift and wouldn't be back for hours, so Niamh ate everything she could get her hands on. She'd forgotten what a pure joy it was to eat food as a human. There was nothing like this when you were a cat!

When she was full she went to Conor's wardrobe and searched for something to wear. She was thinner than she'd ever been thanks to her terrible eating and his pants swamped her before she put a belt on. The shirts had the same problem, but she didn't mind what she looked like.

She only planned for one person to see her, after all.

Niamh found a book abandoned on a table and took it back to his bed with her, remembering the simple quiet joy of just sitting and reading, using the turning of pages and reading of words to remember what it felt like to be human.

When Conor arrived home, she was still sitting on his bed.