The story takes place before Noah's Ark Circus. In this chapter, Marceline will narrate most of the chapter in her P.O.V.
11:00 PM
Meow. Meow.
"Here you go," she smiled sweetly.
Sebastian was right. Cats are great. They don't talk about useless things or do them.
It's no surprise to everyone, knowing my unhealthy obsession with cute, furry felines. Since the day I was born and adopted into the Phantomhive family, my obsession with cats was non-stop. Every time I try to keep one whether it's on the streets or in the pet shop, mom and dad would never let me because my brother is allergic to them.
The least dad can do is giving me a pair of white cat ears he bought on my fifth birthday. I admit, I love those cat ears and I still have them right now like brand-new. That doesn't stop me from hunting down fluffy kitties :3
Now that I have two cats on my own, it seems that my life has already been set. The least I can worry about is my brother finding out.
Watching those poor, hungry kitties makes me want to rub it in my butler's face. He doesn't know that I'm been sneaking out every night just to feed cats. It's strange though. Every time I sneak out of home and come back one hour later, I never seem to get tired in the morning. In fact, I never feel sleepy at all as if I don't have to, but I never bother to know why.
When I was picking up a black cat with golden eyes, for some strange reason, it bit and scratched me hard. A cat would never so that to me. Even if they are scared or trying to look scary to defend themselves, they always open up to me. This one is different.
After the cat jumped off and fled, my arm was bleeding very badly. The wounds were wider than what a normal cat scratch and bite is. I've only been out for thirty minutes. Under these conditions, I had to go home early.
Saying good-bye to the kitties in the street, I climbed back to my balcony. When I got my emergency kit out to treat my wounds, it hurts worse than getting scratched and bitten. It feels even worse when I applied pressure to stop the bleeding. It didn't stop.
Since that didn't work, I decided to put on stitches. It hurts so much! Then I applied myself with bandages and change clothes before going straight to bed with my kitties cuddling me.
The next day I woke up with real white cat ears on my head, a long white tail, and lavender hair with matching baby blue eyes. I couldn't let anyone, not even my butler to see me like this. So I decided to write a note to him, sticking in front of my door. I know he and my brother will get suspicious.
I don't know how I can return back to normal, but… I actually like having cat ears and a tail. I have the perfect outfit for me to wear: a short lavender Lolita dress with black cross straps, a lavender collar with a silver bell on it, white thigh-high stockings, and black Mary Jane shoes.
When night came, I left the manor through my balcony with my Sebastian doll after saying night to my kitties.
There was nobody on the streets to hide away from people's eyes. While I was walking I ended up in an alley, not knowing where to go…