Chapter 3: Hairballs and Jingly Balls

"Home sweet home, my furry friend!"

Wesker looked around the large living room of William and Annette's house. He had been here plenty of times before, but again, in this form he found the new view to be interesting. Again, he felt that spur in his paws to go exploring, and he had to stop himself. It seemed as though the cat was trying to take over faster than he thought it would.

Wesker glanced up at his partner, saw William grinning while stroking his chin. He was thinking, and Wesker didn't like it one bit. Finally, Will bent down next to the black cat. Wesker tried to evade the touch, but William was still able to pat him on the head.

"Why don't you go explore? Annette is home. I need to run to the store for some…ah…groceries…yeah."

"Not until you tell Annette what is going on," Wesker retorted, flicking his tail and moving away from William's hand.

"Why don't you tell her?"

"Because the last time I talked I had a lamp thrown at me!"

"Oh, sorry. Alright, I better go tell her then."

William got up and walked away, heading for the kitchen and calling for his loving wife. Wesker rolled his eyes, and decided to move deeper into the living room. He was careful to keep an eye out for Sherry. The young girl absolutely adored cats, and Wesker wasn't about to be strangled by her gleefulness.

Wesker jumped onto one of the couches, slipping slightly. He was going to have to get used to this cat body quickly. It was hard enough walking on all fours, but now he had a tail that acted on its own and there were senses he didn't understand.

"William! What the hell?!" Annette grumbled. Wesker saw William dragging her by the arm into the living room. Mrs. Birkin was in normal clothes, and that was when Wesker remembered she was off today.

"See! There he is! It's Wesker!" William exclaimed, pointing to the black cat with one white paw that was sitting on their couch.

"Will, honey, you have gone absolutely insane," Annette sighed, shaking her head pitifully.

"No, I haven't! Wesker, talk!"

Wesker was about to say something, and then closed his mouth. He purred in delight. It wouldn't hurt to let William look like a nutcase for just a minute or two. The black cat remained silent, staring up at the humans. William gave a confused look while Annette glared at him.

"If you are done, I'd like that cat out of our house."

"But Anne! He really is Wesker! He got turned into a cat by a crazy ghost guy named Francis Francy that looked exactly like Dr. Marcus when he was young!" William argued, following Annette completely into the living room.

Wesker chuckled to himself. Those words just made William sound even more crazy, and the look on Annette's face proved it. When William realized what he had just said, he smacked himself in the forehead. He had to take a moment to calm down.

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's true, babe!"

Annette started to pet Wesker. Wesker tried to draw away, but soon found her hands soothing upon his fur. He started purring against his will.

Dammit, why does this feel so good? Stupid cat form.

"Okay, well, even if Wesker got turned into a cat. He wouldn't turn into such a cute cat anyway."

"Excuse me?" Wesker growled.

William had just enough time to yell, "Ah-hah!"

Annette screamed, and Wesker felt himself be thrown through the air. His body acted on its own, and he flipped himself where he landed on his feet on the carpet. He didn't have time to linger in his victorious landing, because Annette was coming after him again.

Wesker leaped high, fur puffing out wildly. He ran for it, tripping over his own paws in an attempt to get away from her. William caught his wife, yelling an explanation that Wesker wasn't listening to. Finally, Annette was able to listen to William and calm down. She huffed and puffed like a crazed bull, glaring down at Wesker, who hid behind the coffee table.

She's freaking nuts!

Slowly, Wesker came out of hiding. He glared up at his human friends and coworkers. Annette now seemed curious, and William was able to let her go without fear of a berserk mode.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Wesker growled.

"Yep, I know that voice. Definitely Wesker," sighed Anne.

"Yes, it is me! Who else would it be?"

"I don't know…maybe a real cat," Annette retorted with a glare.

"Alright, alright! Calm down, you two! See, honey? I'm not crazy!"

"Maybe I'm the one who is crazy," his wife sighed. "I must be dreaming."

"Trust me," Wesker snorted. "If there is anyone dreaming, then it's me."

"Okay, well, I'm going to run to the store real quick. Can you two get along without me while I am gone?"

"She's the one who threw me," Wesker growled, tail lashing. His fur still wasn't completely down.

"How else am I supposed to act towards a talking cat?"

"You two are so funny," Will laughed hesitantly. "Anne, could you please call in and tell them I won't be there today? I better stay home to help Wesker."

"I will. Just get going so you can get back."

"Alrighty!" William laughed, and was out the door in seconds.

Silence filled the living room as human Annette stared down at cat Wesker. Wesker heard William's car start up and pull out of the driveway. He let out a sigh, finally calm from the crazy outburst just moments ago.

"Where's Sherry?" Wesker asked.

"At school. She will be home later," Annette answered, then turned and went back into the kitchen.

"Great," Wesker muttered under his breath.

***

Wesker decided to explore William's house in his cat form. Annette was trying to ignore him as she prepared a cake to bake. William and Annette's room was blocked by the door, and Wesker couldn't turn the knob in his cat form. He was horrified upon entering Sherry's room, and quickly ran out. There were bright colors and stuffed animals everywhere. He was getting much better at walking, and even jumping he was getting a hang at. He easily leaped onto the counter where Annette was making her cake.

"Hey! Get down! I don't want any cat hair in this!"

"Why are you making a cake?"

Annette sighed. "It's for one of Sherry's friends. It's her birthday, and I offered to make a cake."

Birthday parties. Wesker jumped down, trying not to gag. He decided to pad over to the next counter, and he jumped up there. Next to the counter was a glass frame that held Annette's expensive china. Wesker peered at it curiously.

Women and china…

"Don't you even think about it," Annette growled behind him. "If you are going to stay here as a cat, you need to stay away from breakable things. And no getting on the furniture either. There's nothing more annoying than cat hair."

Wesker looked over his shoulder at her. "Do you want me to swallow my hairballs as well?" His tone was full of snide.

Annette glared at him even harder, still mixing the cake. "Yes. And no clawing or scratching the furniture either."

Wesker rolled his eyes again, getting to his paws. He could hear William's car pull into the driveway. Relieved, Wesker jumped down onto the floor and fled into the living room. His partner was entering with some bags that had PetSmart printed on them. Wesker immediately felt his face drain, though his fur hid the paling.

"William, you better not have-"

"Look! I got you some toys!"

Dumping the bags, lots of jingly balls came flying out. They rolled along the carpet. Even a few fake mice dropped to the floor. Annette entered the living room to witness the horror as well. Wesker felt his eyes twitching.

"I also got you a scratching post, and some bowls. Ooh! I also got you a collar with a bell on it!"

"William."

"I also got some catnip. But that is for special occasions. Oh, and some cat treats too."

"William."

"I got a litter box. You will need to go to the bathroom eventually. They had a sale, and the litter came for free! Oh, and some good smelling cat food."

"WILLIAM!!!!!!"

William paused, blinking. He stared down at the furious looking cat. Annette could be heard laughing near the kitchen as she watched. Wesker noticed his ears were pinned and his tail was thrashing wildly.

"I am not a real cat!"

"I know, but-"

"Then why did you buy all of this?" Wesker growled.

William shrugged. "I thought you would need it."

"Need it? All I need to do is accomplish three good deeds so I can return to my normal body!"

"I think you need to calm down," Annette stated, coming over to her husband's side.

"Calm down?" Wesker grumbled, fur bristling. "I am a cat!"

"Well then, here." Annette picked up one of the jingly balls, a bright pink one and tossed it.

Wesker couldn't control himself. He bolted after it, chasing it down and catching it. Annette and William watched as Wesker pawed the ball around excitedly.

"Aw, he's so cute. Come on, Will. I will help you carry the other bags in," Annette said, smiling at her husband.

"Alright," William sighed. "I hope Wesker isn't too mad."

"Look at him! He's fine. He always has to be grumpy."

"Yeah, you're right!"


Oh geez...this isn't looking too good for our furry little Wesker!!! 0.0 William is a nut, lol! Anyways, yes the reason I made this rated T is because of language and minor situations, lol...all humorous of course!!!! As for Francis Francy...his strange, crazy, funny appearance is all a part of the story and its importance will come later! Thanks for reading!! XD