Re: [Cepheus]
I had a bell on me, too. So I got turned into a cat. People coudn't tell what was wrong with me then.
Having a crack running down the middle of your psyche, along your line of concentration... trying to think was like cutting into yourself, you know? It hurt, it made things worse, but at least being a cat made things more instinctual and not about thought unless other people tried to get me to think.