Sou eu de novo com mais prompt. Aquele post. Da menina que foi atrás do gato chamando “my scrumptious darling boy!!” E encontrou o vizinho jardiNeiro. That post. But with TomRow.
Amiga tem um pedido anterior a esse porém eu tive uma ideia tão legal aqui que eu vou responder primeiro WHO IS KEEPING TRACK ANYWAYS
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Tom had cat and it was a pretty one. Well, it wasn't really his cat, per see. It was an alley cat that showed at his backyard every once in a while, whom he would play and feed. Well, he didn't really play and feed it, per see. He would offer cat food, but the little thing would smell and ignore it immediately; he'd also try to play using toys he'd bought, but the cat would simply sit near his door, watching him goofly wave strips or balls or whatever it was at the time with a smug expression on its face.
Still, it was a nice sort of companionship. The cat would walk to Tom on random days, sit next to him on the doorstep and watch the sky, both of them with curious eyes as to what secrets the universe might withhold. At least until Tom brought the food and toys, to which the cat responded with a wave of his tail and that smug expression.
It had been a few days since he had seen the cat last when he suddenly saw a movement outside, just behind the flowery fence under which his (not his) cat would sneak in. It was already dead in the night, the streets were in their usual expecting silence, not a sound being heard as everything stayed still, waiting for the morning to bring the buzz and the people.
Another movement in the fence, and now a sound of what seemed little paws fighting against wood. Tom smiled despise himself, imagining the cat fighting to get to his side. The man stood from the doorstep, making his way to the fence with lazy steps.
"Cat, is that you?" The name of Tom's cat (not his cat) was Cat, so when the man heard a little meaw as response, he assumed it was his (not his) Cat. "My scrumptious darling baby, where art thou?" He whispered as loud as he dared, a smile on his face.
"I am coming?!" A voice (a woman's voice) answered from the other side, and Tom felt a chill on his spine at the same time he felt his face burn hot.
"Oh my god." His voice was loud now. He took a couple of steps back just in time to watch a beautiful woman walk out through the fence. She had long dark hair and shocking blue eyes that watched him closely. She would seem a sober figure, if not for the many leaves and dirt on her clothes and face, which indicated she had, indeed, came out from a flowery, supposedly locked fence, in the middle of the night, answering the call of a complete stranger.
"D-d-do forgive me," Tom found himself apologizing, even thought she was the trespasser between the two. "I was actually calling my cat." He explained, looking to the ground, unable to look at the beautiful woman in front of him.
"Ah, yes, that's me. Although not yours." She replied, looking down at herself and realizing the dirt for the first time. She started to pat her clothes, in a vain attempt to clean herself.
"I... I am afraid I don't understand." Tom said, looking at her neck, which was as near her face he dared look.
"The cat. The, what was it, scrumptious darling baby?" She repeated and laughed out loud, her voice even higher in the empty backyard. "That's me. I am the cat who visits you every once in a while. I am a busy woman, after all."
Tom shook his head, wondering if he had eaten poisonous mushrooms at dinner to be having such strange and realistic visions. Although, he reminded himself, he hadn't had mushrooms for dinner.
"You are a cat." He stated, more to fill the sudden silence than for any other reason.
"Yes. Well, no," She started, tilting her head, hands on her hips. "I am a witch, who can transform into a cat. Also into an eagle. And hopefully into a golden fish, but that's for later. You see, most wizards believe they can only transfigurate to one animal, but that's not true at all. Of course, there are not many who, once they get one animagus form, would throw themselves into the annoying spell for another form, you see? But, if you can endure the utter bother, it is totally plausible."
Tom was blinking slowly, finally looking the woman in her face as she babbled about nonsensical rituals and how to avoid magical exhaustion. A little voice in his mind feared he had finally lost his mind. But another voice, one he didn't know very well, told him that losing one's mind seemed a small price to pay for such a companion.
He smiled.
