I decided to rewrite this fic since I started it a few years ago. I know, I barely had anything so why rewrite it? I'm a perfectionist, that's why!

For just this chapter, maybe the second, and maaaybe a few others, the narrative is more than one character. I know I should just do third person, but I don't like third person, so I don't wanna!

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Ella

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An annoying beeping woke me up from my slumber. I rolled over, disturbing the rest of my three cats, and shouted to the house computer, "Five more minutes!"

"I am unable to comply with your request, Ella," the cheery voice of my house computer said. "You specified you were to be woken up every morning at-"

"Yes, yes," I said to it while sitting up in my bed. "I'm up, so please stop the beeping." It stopped. I stretched and scratched my stomach under my skimpy nightie. My three cats started stretching as well, and rubbed against me to request their breakfast. I owned and operated a cat sanctuary on the planet Behen. Most of the residents here were Terran, like me, but I kept to myself. Cats never betrayed me, they didn't care if I never wore make-up, and they never told me I needed to work off the extra weight on my ass.

I padded to the kitchen and filled a large pitcher with cat food, then made some toast and a glass of milk for myself. I carried all three to the back patio and the door swung open for me. My three house cats followed me out and said their hellos to the dozens of other kitties waiting for us. I poured their food, and sat down to eat mine. Before I could eat one bite, a cat fight started. I rolled my eyes and went to pick up the offending kitty. He tried to get down, but I held on and slipped on some shoes to take him for a walk.

I didn't usually walk around my land wearing only a skimpy nightie, but since I had no neighbors and rare visitors that called first, I didn't care that 70% of my body was exposed. After a quick walk through my tiny orchard, the tomcat was purring in my arms, no longer feeling the need to display his tomcat-ness, even if all the cats had been temporarily neutered with my handy pet neuter machine. I set him down on the patio and he went to get his breakfast. With a smile, I looked over at my food, and found my toast gone and my milk glass knocked over.

"Computer, who ate my food?"

The outside speaker lit up. "Unknown."

"So helpful," I grumbled under my breath. The energy of the cats was tense now. I knew the signs. Something had been in their territory while I was gone. And that something had eaten my breakfast. I scanned the field next to my house, and the small grove that hid one of the side entrance gates. A weird feeling crept over me, like someone was staring at me.

With a shudder, I walked back inside and grabbed a bagel to munch on. One of my cats followed me to my bedroom and jumped on my bed to bathe while I chewed my bread and removed my nightie to put on work clothes. My house was made of unbreakable glass, and every outside wall was completely open to whoever stood outside. I had the privacy to change in my room, instead of going into the bathroom to hide myself. Despite the weird feeling I'd just had, I didn't feel the need to change my routine.

"New feline companion. Please identify," the computer said suddenly, interrupting me from frowning at the way my coveralls looked on my full figure. I realized the cat on my bed wasn't one of my indoor pets. I quickly thought up a name for her, Jenna, and told the computer she was allowed to be inside. "Name saved."

With one more mournful look at my huge hips, I left the room and went back outside to fetch my gardening tools. In addition to cats, I also had an orchard and a large garden. A specifically programmed helping robot assisted with both, but I still liked to do most of the work. Today was the fun day: removing weeds. Thankfully, I had a hover machine that pulled them for me.

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Lyon

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Lyon sat next to the blue pulse beam fence, as hidden as he could be in the dense forest. His stomach still rumbled, since the human female's meager breakfast hadn't been enough to fill him. He'd thought she would think the thief was one of her many cats, but this female was smart. That still hadn't stopped her from changing in full view of anyone who was looking. She had a full body with a little bit of a belly, and strong thighs to match her round ass.

She was beautiful.

Lyon had been on this planet for twenty-five years. He woke up in a crashed ship barely strapped into a chair that saved him from death, with a throat wound and no memory of how he'd gotten there or who he was. His name had been printed on a few of his personal items, so he at least knew that. The wound on his throat eventually healed, but he had lost the ability to speak. Or maybe he never had it in the first place.

His ship had been badly damaged, and when he searched it, he found a hidden chamber that held a battery powered trunk. It was locked, of course, but he still took it with him when he left the ship. The battery had almost run out a few times over the years, but he kept replacing it in the hope that it had something to do with his identity.

Every year he went back to the ship and made sure it was still well hidden. Then he sat in the bridge for hours, hoping, praying, that his memory would return. It never did. That wasn't even the most disconcerting thing about Lyon's new life. He wasn't like the other inhabitants of this world. Some had green skin, some had brown skin, most had pale skin and looked like the female he was still watching. None looked like him.

So he wandered around year after year, alone on a planet with no memory and no companions. He almost got sad, and then he noticed the scent of a cat was closer than it should've been. The nearby pulse gate was still open (he thought he'd closed it!), and one of the female's cats was rapidly approaching freedom.

Lyon got up, exposing himself to anyone nearby, and tried to close the gate before the cat could get through. He failed. The white long haired kitty slipped through the space just as it shut, then sat down next to Lyon's feet, quite proud of itself. Or herself, by the smell. Lyon almost picked her up and threw her over the fence, but he didn't. Cats were the only creatures that resembled him, as weird as it sounded. They both purred. Lyon only purred when he was really content, and that didn't happen often.

The female human had disappeared in the orchard beyond her house, so Lyon turned around and walked back to his hideout. He changed hideouts every month or so, and tried to not use the same one twice. For no reason, that he could remember, Lyon felt the need to stay mobile. Maybe it was his singularity on the planet. Or maybe it was the fact that the planet had barely any non-Terran occupants. He'd stopped asking that question years ago.

The cat reached Lyon's cave before him, and had already made herself at home on his makeshift bed when he arrived. She licked her leg, then looked at him like he'd better make busy with the food supply. He got out a few morsels of meat he'd been saving and shared it with her.

He was so lonely. As much as he'd grown used to solitude, he always had an empty feeling. He knew he was supposed to have a mate. Someone to chase the loneliness and emptiness away. It wasn't something he'd picked up by watching the humans, he just felt it deep down.

Seeing the human female change had stirred something in him. Stirred what exactly, he didn't know. He'd never been close to a female before. Did he prefer females over males? Maybe it was time to find out.

Lyon stretched out on his pallet after finishing the meat, dislodging the cat for a second, before she got up, stretched, and settled down on his stomach. Her soft purrs echoed slightly in the cave, her face conveying happiness. After awhile, Lyon heard her purrs get louder. He almost checked on her, knowing on instinct she wouldn't purr that loud unless she was sleeping or in pain, and realized it was him purring with her. He smiled, and drifted off to sleep.

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