All things considered, Jim is handling being a cat better than I did. Ulp, I mean, would have.

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Clearly, obviously, evidently, undeniably a cat.

He looked down at his paws; yes his paws, and tried to finish wrapping his mind around the concept. He flexed his fingers… or what used to be fingers, and five curved claws extended like five hooked knifes.

He looked back up to the dishwasher, his dishwasher and gaped at the pathetic, forlorn-looking black cat that stared back at him.

"Okay." He said. "I'm a cat. Now what."

Jim toyed with the idea for a moment that he had always been a cat, and that being a consulting criminal had all just been a cat dream, but that still wouldn't explain whose house he was in and why he had no cat memories.

No, he had definitely been a human at some point. The only major issue was why was he a cat now?

This all reminded him of a book he read in junior high about a man who went to sleep a human and woke up as a bug.

"Look on the bright side." He thought. "I'm not a bug."

Suddenly Jim had a thought that caused him to chortle in a throaty chuckle that sounded like a cross between a meow and a purr. Now he really couldn't be traced. He could be a criminal mastermind, take stupid risks, even slack off on his untraceable crimes, and still no one would think that a cat could be Moriarty.

How funny would it be to lead Sherlock to his flat, and let him think he'd finally gotten to him, finally outsmarted him, only to find that he was a cat? What would his face look like?

Jim looked at his own face and frowned. His own face was covered in shiny black fur with an elongated muzzle. He reached out and touched his new nose, felt around his new lips, over the pointy white teeth, brushing the new ears that stood on top of his head like two new cones.

Suddenly a thrill of panic wracked him and caused him to reel with nausea; what if he never changed back? What would he do if he was never human again? Would anyone miss him? Would anyone come looking? Could anyone figure out what had become of him?

All of these thoughts were pushed into the back of Jim's head when he heard the door to his apartment rattling.


Knock knock. Whose there? New Chapter. New Chapter who? I don't know. "..."