Happy Lar? I posted! Now read and go bed or whatever (You used all your artistic talent tonight writing 12 lines so don't worry - I ain't expecting a review from ya!)

Anyway heres the chapter from Cat's point of view, harder than I thought, hope I did him jusice and enjoy! (Chapter 5 will either arrive tomorrow or at 4:20amish after the Bollywood film has finished - I love Bollywoods almost as much as horror movies and RD)

Cat

He couldn't believe it, he was finally face to face with himself as it were and the king of the smegheads was in his body – It wasn't fair! He didn't want Rimmer there as all.

Even worse – He was in Lister's body! He could smell the sweat and curryness – Even without his feline senses.

Cat sighed and rubbed his forehead, feeling the unfamiliar lines and contorts of Lister's face, the feelings too weird to describe. He was a stranger in his friend's body while Rimmer was an unwanted intruder in his.

He looked at Lister's hands in front of him and felt close to tears – And what if they found a woman? He couldn't meet her like this!

And the dirt! Lister's hands looked blacker than his. He wished they had let him go take a shower or something at least because this was just cruel! He picked at Lister's nails, remembering the beauty aids in HIS clothes.

Cat attacked Rimmer, delving into his own pockets, looking for his precious items. He hated Rimmer, but he hated him more for stealing his body.

He retrieved his trusty mirror and nail file but on seeing Lister's reflection instead of his own, sought for a pocket to hide the treasured item. To his disgust the monkey had none so stuffed the mirror back in the pocket of his own stylish jacket – careful to check he didn't tear the lining of course though.

Cat then began to clear the dirt from Lister's nails picking at the wedges of dirt, not caring if his hurt himself in the process. He felt the sharp point dig into his skin, though the skin didn't belong to him, he felt the pain, though he shouldn't be feeling that pain. He had been a human for all of 10 minutes and he hated it – He was a feline and this was just… not right.

He looked up to see Lister in Rimmer's hologramatic form fall through a wall, before emerging in a dazed state a few seconds later. He tried to care but when Lister normally looked like a homeless guy who had stolen clothes from a Hawaiian tourist – Which meant he now did, he was struggling to care as he continued to jab at the diminished dirt.

Cat sighed dejectedly as Chipmunk Cheeks and Goal Post Head began to continue on their way to the Drive Room.

Those names are messed up for a start. Cat thought in a more confused state of mind than normal. Everything was messed up now, and as he followed one of the most important things he had ever thought came into his mind:

"Why?"