It wasn’t a bad thing to be a cat, all things considered. He didn’t have to go to work or school, his owners fed him twice a day without asking for anything in return, and the blonde whose room he slept in felt little need for modesty in his presence, even after learning he was a shape-shifter from the planet Mau. Most humans would kill to be his position.
But some days… Some days he wished he could live as a human.
“Come on, let me go with you,” he begged the aforementioned blonde, who was going to see a movie with an old friend of hers from junior high.
“I already told you, no cats allowed in the theater,” she reminded him for the third time that morning.
“Then let me change into my oth--”
“And how am I supposed to explain your sudden presence to my friend? ‘Sorry, my cat is dying to see this movie, so he turned into a human’?”
“You can just say I’m a friend or a cousin or something…”
“No way. What if we meet some cute guys? I don’t want them to get the wrong idea,” she said, tying her trademark red bow in her hair. “Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen this friend. You’d probably be bored listening to us talking about old times.”
“As long as I can see 'The Deathly Hallows, Part Two,' I’ll even put up with you two squealing over that blond bloke you have the hots for.”
“Sorry, no, not this time.” She scratched him behind the ears, then walked over to the door. “You’ll just have to wait for it to come out on DVD,” she said before leaving.
He let out a sigh.
“Rats.”
Sometimes it really sucked to be a fancat.
DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon is the property of Naoko Takeuchi.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Any comments or criticisms can be sent to me at ElysionDream@aol.com. Written for the “No Clear Antecedent” challenge at the “sailormoonland” community at Livejournal.