Thanks to mystical force shenanigans, obi-Wan gets turned into a cat - and he thinks/reacts like a cat, albeit an Obi-Wan one. He likes and dislikes who Obi-Wan likes and dislikes - and Anakin is really happy when Cat!Obi makes it clear he likes Anakin best.
He wasn’t smug, not really.
No of course not, this was about Obi-Wan’s health and safety and that took precedence above everything else, even Anakin’s personal feelings on the matter.
Or, well, perhaps he was a tiny bit smug.
But Obi-Wan was curled up in his lap, sleeping!
When he had been called up to the council chambers he had no idea what he could possibly have done this time to garner their attention and Obi-Wan hadn’t been giving him any long looks that meant he knew something so what in the world could it be?
And when he hadn’t seen Obi-Wan or a holo of the man despite feeling him, that had made him even more worried about perhaps them exhiling him?
No no, they couldn’t do that, they were in the middle of a war and Anakin had a padawan and…and…
There was a ginger thing on Obi-Wan’s chair and Anakin only gave half an ear to Windu as the man drone into something about an artifact and the Force.
“…Obi-Wan?” Anakin called out and moved to the chair, kneeling down as a soft furry head lifted, a green eyed tabby blinking sleepily at him before butting him in the nose.
“As I was trying to tell you, there was an incident and Master Obi-Wan got turned into his…into this. He’s a feline.” Mace grunted and Anakin gave him a quick glance before focusing back on the now awake feline who was standing up and stretching on the chair.
“So this IS Obi-Wan?”
“Him it is, but react like a cat he does.” Yoda hummed. “Smart feline who likes what Obi-Wan likes. No control of the Force though and spends more time napping in the sun then he does being concerned about his situation.”
Anakin blinked. “Is there a way to reverse it?”
“We are looking into it.” Depa spoke up from her chair. “But so far our investigation indicates that he will turn back on his own in a few days.”
Anakin would have answered if it wasn’t for Obi-Wan placing his paws on the blond’s shoulder and happily nuzzling him before he climbed onto him and curled around Anakin’s neck, a warm purring shape on the young knight.
‘Reacts like a cat, but likes what Obi-Wan likes…’ Anakin smiled a bit and reached up, scratching the soft tabby ears while standing slowly. “Comfortable Obi-Wan?”
A loud purr.
“Of course he lets Skywalker touch him.” Depa sighed. “Do you know how difficult it was to get him to the shuttle to get him to the temple?” She gave him a long look. “He even scratched me!”
“He’s scratched everyone but Yoda and Yoda hasn’t tried picking him up.” Adi shook her head.
“Are we even surprised that he likes Skywalker best?” Mace questioned, looking around as Kit and Plo exchanged small snickers together. Yoda just outright cackled.
“I’ll take him to my rooms, look after him.”
“A litter box you will need for him.” Yoda smirked at him.
“…You are aware there are self cleaning litter boxes?” Anakin raised his eyebrows while scratching the furry ears, Obi-Wan purring like an engine in his ear. “I won’t have to clean up after him as long as he uses it and he won’t have to be embarrassed once he turns back about it.”
There were a few grumbles about that, obviously the idea of teasing Obi-Wan had been an attractive idea.
Anakin had bowed, carefully with Obi-Wan on his shoulders and headed out with the tabby, heading right to his quarters while typing in an order for a self cleaning litter box to be delivered asap. He loved Obi-Wan, he really did but he was honestly not going to clean up after him.
But sitting on the couch with the other sleeping on his lap, purring softly as Anakin petted him with his flesh hand?
Now there was something he could totally do.
“I would have thought you’d be hungry by now Obi-Wan.” He grinned down at the feline.
There was a loud purr and then a meow, the tabby stretching before standing and placing his paws on Anakin’s chest, rising as long as his furry little body could as he stared at him with slanted eyes.
Then he licked Anakin’s nose.
“Oh no that’s adorable.” Ahsoka cooed.
Anakin snorted as Obi-Wan dropped out of his lap and moved to the kitchen. “If you say so Snips.” He got up and followed after Obi-Wan, smiling down at the cat before getting a saucer and filling it with blue milk before rummaging around in the fridge for something to feed him. “Are cats suppose to eat raw meat?”
“Um…” Ahsoka looked it up quickly. “It says here that while they can, you shouldn’t feed house cats raw meat because the bacteria could give them food poisoning. And no chives, garlic, onions, fat trimmings, bones, mil-milk? Oh! Apparently adult cats grow lactose intolerant.”
Anakin squeaked, actually squeaked, and looked down to the empty saucer on the floor. “…I hope that won’t be to bad.”
Obi-Wan just looked smugly up at him while flickering his tail, obviously waiting for food.
“No raw fish for the same reason as raw meat.”
Anakin nodded and took out a slice of steak he had been saving but hey, he could always cut a bit off and cook it up for Obi-Wan. “No spices then I imagine.”
“Considering all the stuff he’s not suppose to eat, I think its best to just cook it normally.”
“…Oil, I should use oil, no butter.”
“Good idea. Who knew pet keeping could be this much work, I think I’ll stick with Rex and the rest of the 501.”
“I’ll tell them you said that.” Anakin sniggered as he cut the meat pieces small and started frying them up, Obi-Wan rubbing against his legs as he did.
“Please do, Rex already knows.”