Erika, I have a scenario request! What would Sebastian do if he were a cat for 24 hours? Please do this request?
Sebastian stretched, enjoying the feeling of the sunlight on his fur.
He looked down at his body, expecting to see a white work shirt and loose trousers before he got ready for the day. Instead, he saw sleek black fur with the odd white hair running through it, blended in seamlessly.
Sebastian uncharacteristically cursed (miaowed) and got out of bed, racing down the hallway to the nearest full-length mirror. He skidded to a stop in front of it and took in the sight of the plus paw pads, the long tail, the gorgeous black fur, and miaowed joylessly.
He wished he could stroke himself, to feel his own fur and to pick himself up and cuddle himself. But he couldn’t. He was a cat right now, not a butler.
There was an increase in the atmospherics, which made his sensitive ears itch. So, Sebastian the cat sat there in front of the mirror and groomed himself, cleaning his ears and his entire body.
He spent his twenty-four hours cleaning, eating and sleeping, though he also couldn’t resist sneaking into his Young Master’s bedroom and making him sneeze.
He was, after all, a devilish cat.