Ciel Phantomhive began his morning as he always did: he was woken by his butler, was handed a cup steaming with whatever tea said butler had brewed that morning, and then he sat patiently as he was dressed by hands not his own. Something was… off, however.

Sebastian had clearly noticed something. His butler was hiding smirks and laughs, and the fact that he dared make such a show of it to Ciel's face meant that Ciel was making a fool out of himself somehow. Feeling the beginnings of humiliated anger stir in his stomach, he scanned the room to make sure everything was in order.

His bed, although messy from a good night's sleep, was dry (not that he wet the bed, not even once, never), his side table was free of anything suspicious, his floors were clean and he was definitely wearing underwear this morning. He peered at Sebastian, who was currently fastening the buttons on the shirt he was to wear that day, with a suspicious glare. When the demon met his gaze, he had the gall to smirk.

"Well?" snapped Ciel furiously. "Out with it! What's so funny? I demand you tell me!"

Sebastian thrust his face close to Ciel's suddenly, bringing a hand to slowly rest atop the Earl's head. "I do like your new… headgear, young Master."

Ciel waved his butler's hands out of the way impatiently, and as Sebastian sat back on his haunches, the Earl ran both hands through his hair.

Xxxxxx

Downstairs, Bard was cooking breakfast to the best of his ability. Finny was hungry and had been whining in his ear, and he was a cook, no matter what Sebastian or the young Lord might say.

Yes, he was a cook, and cooks had to work with what they had. So when he had found this nice soup-type dish simmering away on the stove, it had been his right to start to add things and – and he was sure any professional would agree with him – turn up the heat a little.

Just a little, thought Bard as he cranked the heat all the way up. The soup was boiling nicely, although he wasn't sure it was supposed to be… bubbling like that. Oh, well. It would all come together in the end! Sebastian would be happy with his progress, but only if he saw the finished product. Oh, if the butler were to walk in right now, then Bard would probably be going in the pot with the ingredients.

Suddenly, somebody began screaming upstairs. Bard was so surprised that he began screaming too, thinking that Sebastian or the young Lord had walked in. He soon stopped, however, as the screaming turned from wordless rage into coherent sentences.

Honestly, the young Lord could be bratty sometimes. Bard supposed that the cause for this temper tantrum was Sebastian refusing him sweets. With a happy sigh, he went back to his cooking.

Xxxxxx

"Demon! What have you done to me?" shrieked Ciel, throwing his cup of boiling tea at Sebastian, who swiftly caught it without spilling a drop.

"Young Master-" began Sebastian, standing ramrod straight in front of Ciel.

"Bring me a mirror! I want to see the full extent of – of this!"

Sebastian complied, fetching a floor-length mirror. The moment Ciel caught sight of himself, he put his hands on either side of his head, and opened his mouth wide. Instead of a scream, a short croaking noise emanated from his throat. Slowly, he turned around, craning his neck so that he could look at his bottom in the mirror.

"Young Master, I think you are over-reacting," said Sebastian, his tone mocking and lightly amused. "I think you look rather lovely."

"You disgusting, vile creature," hissed Ciel. "Reverse what you have done immediately."

"As much as I enjoy your new appearance, my Lord, I am not the one responsible for creating it. I cannot undo it, either," said Sebastian, his grave tone conflicting with the smile painted all over his face.

"Don't smile at me!" shouted Ciel. "How can I show my face like this?"

For you see, Ciel had been turned into a cat. He now possessed softer-than-silk blue ears, and a long, thin tail that was swishing angrily.

Sebastian leaned towards him again, and Ciel recoiled in horror at the blush on his butler's cheeks. Pulling off his gloves, Sebastian raised a hand to Ciel's head and began stroking him behind the ears. With his other hand, he took hold of Ciel's delicate fingers and massaged them much in the same way he did to the cats outside every morning.

"W-What – mmn – Sebastian!" shrieked Ciel, trying to pull away from his unruly butler.

"What soft fur you have, young Master," purred Sebastian, seating himself on Ciel's bed and pulling the younger child into his lap.

"Sebastian – how dare-" panted Ciel, furious with himself. A desire built in his stomach, and he was powerless to it, even though he tried to resist. After a mere minute, he gave in.

Ciel meowed.

Sebastian was almost unaware of what he was doing, so enamoured with cats and cat-like things was he, until he felt the Earl shrink in his arms. Smoke clouded the area, obscuring a normal man's vision, and when it cleared the butler was holding a loose pile of clothes in his arms.

"Young Master!" said Sebastian, sounding shocked but in reality utterly amused by the situation.

An angry blue face poked its way out of the neck of Ciel's shirt. It hissed at him. Sebastian grabbed Ciel by the neck and held him up as if on display.

"Oh, dear," said Sebastian happily. "It seems you are now a real cat, young Master."

The cat yowled in reply, and Sebastian, being a demon, was able to understand the gist of what it was trying to convey.

"Fix this!" Ciel the cat screeched. "Fix this!"