misterblackbird | Entry 381; Day 428

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Entry 381; Day 428

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((A little soft fumbling, furry sounds, murmurs, a small sound somewhere between purring and a meow. It takes a moment or two. Some sounds like a very small throat being cleared. Then a voice--Cain's voice, but so much smaller, strange-sounding, vaguely...feline.))

No, there. Ah--it always takes a moment. You'd think I'd be better at this by now. It's easier with the--

--larger device. Just like that.

So I've found myself a cat today. Yet again. I knew it the moment I opened my eyes and found my room to seem far larger than it had last night. And it was thereafter I found my whiskers, paws, tail, ears--all the rest of it. It takes longer to get used to the teeth, though.

It looks like pandemonium on the Network again too: this person suddenly a child, that one confused beyond belief, men turned to women, another turned into a bird or dog. And here I am a cat.

Well, I suppose it's better than everyone thinking they're in the family way. ((A pause, a soft sound like a cat grooming itself, licking its shoulder in frustration or disgust.)) Why do I do that? I'm not really a cat, and yet--

Anyway, Kassandra and Noir seem calm enough about my being rather like them again, although Kassandra insisted that I be well-groomed before she would leave me alone. That was, perhaps, a bit much. Noir too seems calm enough with me in this shape, of course. But what else could one expect of a clockwork cat? Perhaps Kassandra's only especially maternal. I've no idea.

I've been a cat at least five, six, maybe even seven times now. The first time it happened, it really was terrifying for a while before it became a novelty. I set off to explore every place I could claw my way into--very catlike, I know--even the roof. I don't think I could even speak that first time--or I didn't think I could, at least. The second time I wanted to chase butterflies and sleep in the garden. I've done much the same each time. But this time, after having been a cat so many times before, what should I do? The roof again? Shall I chase mice? I caught a mouse once before as a cat. It was more entertaining than I expected, actually. Or maybe this time I ought to explore the alleyways and secret places in the rest of the City, and not just the opera house. Strange as it seems, I think I've gotten accustomed to this shape. It's not exactly familiar, but I've been in it enough that I can run and jump and climb.

I suppose only in the City could I say that waking up to find myself turned into a cat causes me more boredom than alarm. I've learned a bit from having woken up with whiskers before. I can turn on and even use my Network device, I 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.

Well, given the chaos on the Network and in the City streets, I think I can find ways to entertain myself, even if I have a tail and whiskers.

I will be coming to the café this afternoon, if enough of the staff are able to work today. If not, I will be coming to close it until the curse has passed. And this may yet be another curse that lasts more than a day. In the past, this kind of chaos has lasted two or even three days.

Meanwhile, a cat in a café isn't such a peculiar sight, surely.

And if work can't be done, well, there are, as I said, those alleyways and window ledges to explore. I think I shall be well entertained today, tail and all.

Perhaps this time I'll go out at night. I've wandered through enough shadows, but not proper darkness. And aren't cats quite able to see in the dark? Yes, I think I will go out tonight. And we'll see what the night holds for me in this shape.

((A moment or two more of fumbling: damnable paws. Ah, but there's the button.))
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[ooc: Cat-like ~~typing~~ talking detected! Tah dah~ Cat!Cain is back again~ I do love cat!Cain, I admit. So if you want your character to have seen a particular, peculiar black cat with slightly ragged ears and greengoldgreen eyes, please feel free. Cain's been all over today, much as he can.]

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It's still a bit cold out for a cat, though, isn't it? Even despite the fur coat attached.

Perhaps a bit, but I'm sure I'll be all right. Kassandra does all right in the cold, after all.

And in any case, I suppose it's still better than a curse that forces you to lock yourself in your room all day. We encounter enough of those as it is.

Are you teasing me, Rosella?

Well, maybe just a little. You do tend to have a habit of spending curses that way, you know.

Yes, and perhaps that's because I don't like them.

Have you been struck by a curse today?

Not that I've noticed, so I think I've managed to escape it today. Or it could be that I've just drawn an insidious one that hasn't surfaced yet, but if it were going to, I think it would've by now.

Of course, that doesn't mean it hasn't been an...interesting day, even so.

I'm glad to hear you're not cursed, but I did notice that Sam seemed to be having a bit of trouble.

I think the whole Network noticed, unfortunately. Which is why it seems I'll be conveniently staying downstairs until midnight comes around.

You know, I'm not wearing any clothes today either.

You're a cat, you're hardly expected to. Unless you'd like me to find you some boots?

I suppose I am rather decently covered with fur. And, if I may say so, boots would get in the way of exploring rooftops, I think.

Oh, but I hear they'd aid you marvelously in tricking ogres.

So the story goes, at least. But I doubt I'm going to meet any ogres today.

I should hope not. They're horrible creatures, ogres. And they have disgusting manners, too.

[OOC: Out of wild curiosity, is Cain going to be a cat the whole weekend, or just for today?]

Having never encountered one, and very likely to never meet one, I shall have to take your word for it.

[ooc: I haven't really decided--he might be. Why? Got an idea for something?]

Well, on the slim chance that you do ever meet one, my only advice is to run as fast as you can, and hope that you're faster than he is. Or that you have a head start.

[OOC: I've been toying with the idea of cursing her with "Feels Like The First Time", but bringing her in from the middle of game 5, where she's been trapped in a jar and an evil wizard's threatening to feed her and her family to a cat. She'd freak.]

I will be sure to remember that.

[ooc: Now that's just sadistic |D I'm debating, because I'd like to play little!Cain again, especially with Riff gone and all. But I'm still debating~ Lemme know what your plans are, though, and maybe we can work something out between us.]

But in any case, you'll be all right today?

[OOC: I might save that plan for next month, anyway, to put it closer to her birthday ~~for added trauma~~. I'm still thinking it over. =D]

I most certainly will be. I've been a cat more than a few times before. I'm almost getting use to it.

[ooc: lol, okay! If you want a cat for trauma, let me know.]

It suits you, I think. And if your explorations should happen to bring you this far, do let me know and I'll find a ball of yarn and a bowl of milk for you, too.

[OOC: Yup, no problem!]

I'm flattered you think so. I would certainly enjoy the milk, I think, but the yarn I could do without, thank you.

You wouldn't take time out of your busy day to stop and play awhile? That's a shame.

You wouldn't like to see me with a ball of yarn on days like this.

Why, would you shred it to pieces?

I assure you, it will entertain me far more than it should today.

Well, really, now I'm all the more tempted to give one to you. You are allowed to enjoy yourself a little, you know. Even as a cat.

Well, you are confined to the downstairs, you said. I should pay you a call, I think, just to make sure you aren't bored.

And if my entertaining you involves a ball of yarn, then so be it.

May it also involve my scratching behind your ears?

For the sake of staving off boredom, I suppose it might.

Well, then, by all means, I'll welcome the entertainment.

I have gotten quite good at purring, too, you know.

Have you really! Do you practice at it?

Not when I'm not cursed to be a cat, but when I am, I do like to try it a little. It seems to please Kassandra, and I would like to avoid a fight with her on days like these.

That does seem like a prudent decision, yes. I have a feeling she'd have the advantage on you, being that she's a cat all of the time, while you're only a cat some of the time.

I'm quite sure she would, and that's some of why I endured her grooming me this morning as patiently as I did.

I think it's rather sweet, though, that she was so concerned for you that way.

I suppose it is, though I wonder what she'll think when this curse ends.

Well, likely the same thing she thinks every time you're turned into a cat and changed back again. Though I suppose you might tell her "thank you" for looking after your grooming today, just the same.

You do know I'm not actually a cat, don't you? I've no idea how to tell her 'thank you'.

You don't think she'd understand it if you just said so?

I've no idea, but I rather doubt it, somehow.

Then perhaps I'll just have to come up with two balls of yarn, instead--one for you and one for Kassandra.

I'm sure she'd be delighted if you did. Thank you, Rosella.

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