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misterblackbird) wrote2014-02-02 01:31 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2014-02-02 01:31 pm
Entry 612; Day 1571
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Well, I suppose it has been some time since last I found myself in this shape. I seem to be a cat once again. It doesn't even deserve mentioning anymore. Though it has been quite some months since the last time this happened. I think I almost missed it--almost.
I suppose only in the City could I say that--that waking up to find myself turned into a cat causes me more annoyance than alarm--in fact, for a time, I had fairly come to expect it. I was quite sure that, on some weekend, most every month, I will be a cat. I've really almost become accustomed to it. I shall go to bed on a Friday night and wake up on Saturday morning with whiskers and a tail.
Though this seems not at all like those weekends when everything goes mad for two days. It seems that we're all of us creatures of one kind or another.
Still, in all these days and weekends as a cat, after a little adjustment and after Kassandra and Noir have seen to me and have me as well turned out as a cat ought to be, I've learned a bit from having woken up those whiskers and that tail so many times before. I can turn on and use my Network device, as well one can see, get myself out of my room, up across the roof, out the window, down to the kitchen, through secret passages, into the cupboards--nearly anywhere I could go as a human, and perhaps more places, given my smaller size.
But that's enough of that. I spent the morning roaming the Opera Abandoned--I have my favorite passages to wander there--and wander them, I most certainly did. I frightened no small number of mice, but caught a few of my own. But all in fun. I let them go again after I'd had my fun. Now I think I had still better see to the Turnabout Cafe, where I have no doubt that I'll be given a dish of cream instead of tea. Though I doubt if I'll be able to spend the entire afternoon there. There's rather a lot I should like to see as a cat again.
And, of course, there's always the first part of the evening to enjoy. Because, really, I have found that evenings are remarkable when seen through these eyes.
So I think I shall leave off this pattering typing and go about my day and all my cat-like errands.
~C.
[ooc: Cat-like typing detected! Kitty!Cain is a kitty again ♥ Because he really does make such a remarkably fine cat. He'll be roaming the opera house and trotting down to the Turnabout Cafe here shortly.]
Comments: http://poly-chromatic.dreamwidth.org/1249145.html
Well, I suppose it has been some time since last I found myself in this shape. I seem to be a cat once again. It doesn't even deserve mentioning anymore. Though it has been quite some months since the last time this happened. I think I almost missed it--almost.
I suppose only in the City could I say that--that waking up to find myself turned into a cat causes me more annoyance than alarm--in fact, for a time, I had fairly come to expect it. I was quite sure that, on some weekend, most every month, I will be a cat. I've really almost become accustomed to it. I shall go to bed on a Friday night and wake up on Saturday morning with whiskers and a tail.
Though this seems not at all like those weekends when everything goes mad for two days. It seems that we're all of us creatures of one kind or another.
Still, in all these days and weekends as a cat, after a little adjustment and after Kassandra and Noir have seen to me and have me as well turned out as a cat ought to be, I've learned a bit from having woken up those whiskers and that tail so many times before. I can turn on and use my Network device, as well one can see, get myself out of my room, up across the roof, out the window, down to the kitchen, through secret passages, into the cupboards--nearly anywhere I could go as a human, and perhaps more places, given my smaller size.
But that's enough of that. I spent the morning roaming the Opera Abandoned--I have my favorite passages to wander there--and wander them, I most certainly did. I frightened no small number of mice, but caught a few of my own. But all in fun. I let them go again after I'd had my fun. Now I think I had still better see to the Turnabout Cafe, where I have no doubt that I'll be given a dish of cream instead of tea. Though I doubt if I'll be able to spend the entire afternoon there. There's rather a lot I should like to see as a cat again.
And, of course, there's always the first part of the evening to enjoy. Because, really, I have found that evenings are remarkable when seen through these eyes.
So I think I shall leave off this pattering typing and go about my day and all my cat-like errands.
~C.
[ooc: Cat-like typing detected! Kitty!Cain is a kitty again ♥ Because he really does make such a remarkably fine cat. He'll be roaming the opera house and trotting down to the Turnabout Cafe here shortly.]
Comments: http://poly-chromatic.dreamwidth.org/1249145.html