HAT: It was so friggin' painful to write this chapter- writer's block slayed me and the only thing I could do was cut the Kitty Arc short because inspiration just... it just didn't like, I guess. Anyway, enjoy! (I promise, the next chapter will be better)
Disclaimer: Other than the OCs (good and bad) and the plot... I don't own anything.
"What?!" Pacifica yowls, her fiery blue eyes demanding a different answer from her uncle.
He rolls his eyes. "We're not really eating mice. McGucket made some meat for us- bacon and whatnot."
Immediately her entire being relaxes and then she frowns and bats at him angrily. "You had me scared I was gonna have to eat mice!"
Stanley laughs and pads past the pair. "He sure got you."
"It's not funny!"
Stanford smirks. "I thought it was funny."
She growls quietly under her breath and trails after the other toms darkly. Her bad mood doesn't last as long as she thought because as soon as the meat smell hits her, the bad mood is diminished and she rushes to rub against McGucket's legs in order to get his attention.
"Naow, P'cifica, be patient," he scolds lightly while bending down and petting her gently on the head.
"Aww, c'mon! One piece of bacon!" She mewls.
"Ah, ah, ah, yer actin' spoiled," he reprimands.
With a small groan she goes into the living room and jumps up to sit on the couch beside Dipper to see what he's doing. He seems to have his attention completely absorbed in a mystery novel- like always. She jumps onto the back of the couch and then stretches herself down so that her front paws are resting on his shoulder and she bends her legs when he jumps. She pays him no mind and looks at the page he's reading to get an idea of what's going on.
"Oh, hey, Pacifica," he replies and reaches up to scratch her mind the ear.
"What're you reading?" She asks, eyes trained on the book in his hands.
He looks at her and realizes that she's more interested in the book. "Oh, it's called Shift by Jennifer Bradbury (A/N: Haven't read it, but I wanna read it because it sounds interesting). It's about this guy that goes cycling with his friend and they get in a fight, guy goes home, and his friend goes missing so the police thinks it's him."
It doesn't really catch Pacifica's interest and she jumps onto his stomach and curls up so that she's in a small ball on his stomach. "That sounds boring!"
He chuckles in amusement. "Well, I'm sorry my taste in books isn't the same as yours.""
Pacifica rolls her eyes and lays her head on her paws while thinking, What can I do as a cat? It's so boring...
"Stop, Stanley!" Stanford shouts while running away from his larger brother who's batting at his tail.
"C'mon! What else am I supposed to do?" Stanley demands.
Well, there's that, Pacifica thinks while watching in amusement.
Dipper shakes his head. "It's so weird having you three as cats around here."
"It's even weirder for us," Pacifica replies and then stands up in his chest and sniffs his face. "You smell funny..."
"He's tired," Stanley replies before he's tackled by his brother. He uses his hind legs to throw his brother off of himself and then rolls onto his stomach to look at Pacifica. "He has trouble sleeping sometimes- especially when he gets a new book."
When Stanley pounces on his own brother Pacifica can't help, but giggle. "You two look silly doing that."
Before either could retort Mabel runs into the room with her arms full of... sweaters? Pacifica ducks into Dipper's vest and waits it out- hopefully those sweaters aren't for her and the Stans while they're cats, but if they are, she wants to be hidden to escape that fate.
"W-what're you doin' kid?" Stanley demands as she walks toward him.
"C'mere, Grunkle Stan," she says sweetly.
Before the largest cat in the house has a chance to flee he's captured by Mabel ad a red sweater's put on him. He sulks in her arms and grumbles something along the lines of having too much fur to have something so hot on. Stanford attempts to escape, but- alas- he's put in a maroon sweater and he ends up sitting next to his brother in a slightly darker sweater.
"I am not enjoying this," Stanford says plainly.
"Dipper, have you seen Pacifica?" Mabel asks.
Don't you dare tell her I'm here! Pacifica thinks to Dipper while her body goes completely still in hopes of not being seen.
Dipper hesitates for a split second before he says, "No, I don't know. Maybe she's hiding upstairs?"
"Thanks, Dipper!" Mabel calls while running up the stairs.
"No fair! I say she should get a sweater, too!" Stanley shouts, outraged.
Pacifica sticks her head out from Dipper's vest and sticks her tongue out at her guardian. "You've just upset because you're not small enough to hide in here without Mabel catching you." She rubs her head gratefully against Dipper's side. "Thanks, Dipper!"
Dipper chuckles and scratches her behind the ear. "You're welcome... but you know that you're prolonging the inevitable, right? Mabel's gonna find you eventually."
"Yeah, I know," Pacifica sighs.
(A/N: Must... fight... writer's block! Must.. get to... good stuff!)
"Y'know... it's weird talking to you guys as cats... it's like, I know you understand and I know who you are, but at the same time I just see you like I see Waddles," Dipper says while scratching Pacifica behind her ear.
Sounds pretty understandable- Pacifica probably would've thought the same thing if just their guardians were turned to cats.
"I can't find Pacifica," Mabel whines while reentering the room and then- as if some force were against her- spots Pacifica. "There you are!"
"Ha! That's what you get!" Stanley laughs, rolling onto his back.
"Picture time!" Mabel says cheerfully while placing Pacifica between the Stans.
"Ugh," all three groan, but comply with her demands- all three of them will probably regret it later.
-Because My Writer's Block Has Gotten So Bad: TIME SKIP!-
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Pacifica's ears prick from her place on Mabel's lap. "Soos?"
Said man-child stumbles down the stairs with wide eyes and heavy breathing.
"Soos!" Mabel and Dipper yell and run over to check on the man- luckily Pacifica hopped off of Mabel's lap.
"Soos, dude, are you okay?" Dipper asks.
"Let... let's just say I saw way more of Mr. Pines than I ever wanted to," Soos says, causing shivers to go down Pacifica's spine.
"Wait... does that mean he's human again?" Mabel asks.
"Yes, very human," Soos replies.
Wait, then that means... Crap. Pacifica thinks while sharing a look with Stanford and she darts for the stairs and then hesitates- she doesn't want to see her guardian naked and if he were wearing a robe- dear Lord, she doesn't want that at this size.
"I gotcha, kit, just keep your eyes closed," Stanford says as he picks her up by the scruff and runs up the stairs.
Pacifica squeezes her eyes shut and she hears Stanley's startled voice and is suddenly glad that Stanford decided to carry her up. He drops her off in front of her room and then flees- probably to his own room for his transformation. She rushes into her room and jumps onto her bed and curls up under the covers.
The transformation is sudden and she goes from being a tiny ball of fur back to being human size. She feels the top of her head with her hands and grins- she's human! With a cheer she closes the door and gets changed into some clothes and then looks at herself in the mirror. Her roots are brunette, but that's something she'll think about later- she's human! She runs down the stairs excitedly.
"I'm human again!" She shouts.
"Welcome back!" Mabel says, nearly tackling her in a hug.
Stanley comes down the stairs in his suit and fezless and pulls out a fifty dollar bill and hands it to Soos. "Sorry 'bout that..."
Needless to say, Soos couldn't look Stanley in the eye for a week.
HAT: Welp... that ended lamely, but I just couldn't do it anymore- I had to end this Kitty Arc because it became a real struggle. Sadly for you- my readers- this means that you're going to get no relief any time soon in this story. That's right! This was the calm before the storm!
Gompers: Baaa!
HAT: What?! H-how could you say that?!
Gompers: Baa!
HAT: *sighs* You got a point there... Could you say it for me, please?
Gompers: Baa!... Baaaaa!
HAT: I couldn't have said it better myself.