(This is @meows-at-your-post-x4 btw)

Meow, mrow mrrp

“Rhys?” Tim called out for him, wondering where he could be. What he found was… a surprise. “Awww, look it you, darling thing.” He automatically went to scoop up the animal, noting only mildly he only had three paws, giving him a scratch behind his ears.

After a moment, he stops and glances near the floor where the cat had been struggling to stand - Rhys’s clothes. Rhys’s robot arm. … and the fact he remembered that Rhys doesn’t own a cat.

“…. Rhys? Is that you?” He looked down, wide-eyed and confused. A moment or two passes and his face splits into a teasing grin. “You’re so adorable as a cat, you know that? Should I get the mirror so you can see? … I wonder how the heck this happened, even.”

❝..!!!❞ His entire body twitched when he was picked up. What the hell was going on?! Why am I so small?! And why... does that feel nice...? Instinctively, he nuzzles the hand that massaged his ears (?). And  almost immediately, he shakes his head. 

A... A cat?

Meowified

Rhys’ apartment was void of anyone -- empty of human presence. All was left was some clothes on the floor, scattered about in a rather ominousway. A small tabby rummaged through the clothing. 

Rhys himself felt off, dizzy. Was he drunk? His field of view became distorted,awfully disorienting. All he could remember was sleeping in, waiting for Timothyto visit him. 

And it looks like Timothy had finally arrived to the scene. He tries to stand, but his legs refused to get up. What the hell....? Instead, he crawls towards the other. Hey Ti----

❝Mew.❞