WHO: Syllabub and OPEN WHAT: Turning into a real cat for the first time on the island WHEN: Monday evening WHERE: The memorial wall WARNINGS: TBD, likely none STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Well.
Over a month had passed, and she was still here, in this place, looking like a human. It was entirely unacceptable in every way, but she wasn't sure exactly what she could do about it. The humans here were very unpleasant, really, and even more unhelpful, and she wanted to scratch them more than anything in the world when they didn't give her the right type of milk or if it was warm, or if they didn't understand just how important she was.
It was completely unfair.
Today she was sitting on the top of the memorial wall, with her legs dangling over the side. Perhaps it was a bit sacrilegious, but what did she care for that. At least being dead, the people offered her a place to sit where she could look down on the world, even it wasn't from oh so very high.
Closing her eyes, she remembered back to when she was a cat, in the good days when she was pretty and beautiful and not a pink hairless monkey thing who only had head-fur. She was so pretty then, so perfect, so able to jump around as she liked and climb trees and scratch dogs' noses so much more effectively than she could now. It was a lovely time.
So lovely, that she could feel her tail twitching at the very memory of it.
Wait...her tail?
Syllabub opened her eyes to a world that finally looked right. She wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow...someway, she was a cat again! She ran along the top of the Memorial Wall and back again, meowing loudly in joy, singing her happiness to anyone who would listen.