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You reach for the bowl, however your mother stops you with a foot. "No, that's not how cats eat." She sternly says. On habit you try to complain about this on habit but only let out more meows. Realizing you have no way to communicate your argument, and that even if you could she would not listen you. Defected on your defeat you push your head into the bowl and begin eating. The salty wet slop is only made worse from the mushy texture that simply does not agree with you. You **** through the disgusting morsel until nothing is left. "Good girl!" Your mother praises. She exits the kitchen into the living room leaving you sitting on the kitchen floor. you sit there for a little while wonderong what exactly you are supposed to do now. With no answers forthcoming you elect to follow your mother into the living room. you find your mother waiting for you with a laser pointer in her hand. You roll your eyes knowing what to expect, however when you see the red moving dot you are caught off guard by the feline instincts bestowed upon you by your transformation. You follow the dot transfixed by its movement, jumping to and frow in a **** attempt to catch it. You can hear your family laughing at your attempts.

"Ahh, that's adorable! No wonder you decide to keep her" your sister coos. Not that it matters to you. You hear every word but are to distracted to comprehend it.

"Wish I had found her first the things I would do to that body."you father adds

"You still might get to. I won't get to keepy pet if she isn't bred" your mother whispers to him. Your ear twitches hearing her. It's clear she doesn't realize how accute your hearing has come. You continue your hunt of the light or, your mind processes what you heard slowly and it isn't until much later that it registers. When it dose you mewl in frustration attempting to yell at your mother for the coming betrayal.

"Mew Mew" is all that slips from your mouth.

"Ahh, poor thing's upset that it can't catch the dot." Gwen coos. More laughs come from the three of them. Your annoyance is evident from the swift motion of your tail. In your annoyance you decide to leave crawling on all fours up the stairs to your room. But just before you reach the stairs you here your mothers voice.

"No! You have new bed!" Your mother says sternly. You look over to see her pointing to the corner of the room a large pet bed, probably meant for a large dog. Your surprised to see it. 'how did I not see that you think.' you think to yourself. you sigh in defeat and enter the bed curling up to sleep. The weight of the situation catches up to you and you find yourself crying yourself to sleep.

You awaken the next morning to shuffling and banging. You look up from your bed to see your father taking boxes out to the curb. "That's the last of it. The guest room is clean and ready." He calls out to someone in another room. You figure it must be you mom. Your about to stand when you remember your standing order of being on all fours. Your torn between the part of you that is still you trying to stand and the curses influence causing you to act as ordered. The conflict ends in you tripping over yourself and falling face first onto the floor. Your father laughs at your plight. "Clumsy cat" your father mocks as he chucks further. He ignores you after that and walks to the kitchen. You stomach growls at you letting you know what your next goal is. So without hesitation you crawl into the kitchen find your red bowl and begin eating the contents your mother left out for you. The contents are no better today than they were yesterday, however now you don't care you just don't want to be hungry.

"Good girl! Eating all your breakfast. You have behaved so well you deserve a reward!" She says in that patronizing voice people use on animals. She sets down a bowl of cream. You sniff it before digging in to it. The cream is smooth and pleasant. Your transfixed on your treat unable to think of anything other than enjoying it. Then before you know it it's gone. You survey the kitchen finding it empty of people. Your parents must have left while you were preoccupied. "Kat! come here girl!" Your mother calls from somewhere in the house. You follow her voice through the house until you find yourself in your parents room. Your mother sits on the bed, she pays the bed and commands you. "Up!" You comply, no longer having the energy to resist. You have already realized that the 'guest room' is your room with you stuff thrown out. You realize that you are being groomed into something less than human. You can reason all this just fine, you just don't care anymore. Your old life was stressful, and complicated. You parents always disappointed with you. But now they shower you with praise just for eating. They care more for Kat, than they do for John. You jump onto the bed. Your mother immediately begins petting your head, both hands running and scarching at you. Your overcome with the Familiar sensations of touch. You relax in her hands and begin to purr. Her hands move from your head to your back. You Arch your back into her fingers, trying desperately to get all the pleasure she can give.