A/N: Hi, I just wanted to say thanks for the reviews and follows and stuff. I really appreciate it and I'm glad that you guys are enjoying the story, I wasn't too sure at first. I actually use my own cats as inspiration for Regina's little cat-like impulses (they're very silly) lol.

I own nothing and sorry for mistakes.

Anyway, I won't keep you. Here's chapter 2. :)

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

"Oh come on, you don't look that bad..." Emma chuckled, taking in Regina's new appearance. The black cat was now sporting a pink faux leather collar with a tiny bell and a matching bow on her head. "You look kinda cute actually." The cat glared at Emma. If looks could kill, well let's just say that the savior would be no more. "I'm sorry but I did save you from that bath with the strawberry scented cat shampoo." The cat still looked completely unimpressed. "Still no good?" The cat shook her head. Emma chuckled as she reached over, removing the collar and the bow. "How about now?"

The cat sighed in relief, then rubbed her head on Emma's arm. Emma petted her. She wasn't quite sure but it appeared that at certain times Regina was an actual cat, like in that moment. Those moments were adorable but Emma still wanted her Regina back. The slightly taller, curvy and human one that smelled of apples and expensive perfume. But that wasn't possible at the moment, so Emma had to make sure Regina stayed safe, healthy and protected from her mother for now.

"I hope this thing wears off soon." Emma admitted. "I miss you. Does that make sense?" The cat nodded. "But it's my fault and I'm acting like I'm the victim here..." She rubbed a hand over her face. She wanted to kick herself for this whole thing and the fact that Regina wasn't hitting the ceiling made her feel even more guilty. She felt a warm paw on her hand and looked down, meeting wide brown eyes. "How can you be so understanding about this?"

Because I've done worst things when I was training with Rumple. Everyone makes mistakes and there was no permanent damage.

Emma sighed and composed herself. "I'll try to keep you away from my mom." The cat nodded again. Emma smiled and laid back on her bed.

The two of them snuck away to Emma's bedroom, they both needed a break from the family activities after Regina's near death experience featuring Snow White with a grooming kit. The nightmare ended with Regina sporting a pink collar and a bow. But on the bright side, Regina now had a brand new food and water dish and matching litter box. There was also a cat bed with a memory foam cushion now residing in the living room but that would remain untouched just like the specialty cat food that was purchased as well.

She had no intentions of ever sleeping in that bed just like she had no intention of ever eating pet food. She was not a pet. She was Regina Mills, Mayor of Storybrooke. She didn't eat that mess and she was going to sleep in Emma's bed... like a civilized cat... person... catperson.

She laid down and stretched her feet out in front of her. Emma looked over at her and smiled.

"You're really good at this..." She waved her hand around. "Being a cat, you know? I don't think I would have made it this long..." Regina mentally raised a brow.

Well, it's not like I have much of a choice, now do I?

She simply laid her head down on her paws and watched the stunning blonde. She looked so relaxed with her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her eyes looked softer than usual. Regina doesn't really remember seeing Emma so comfortable and it was refreshing.

When had Emma gotten so beautiful? Why can't I stop staring into those eyes?

At this point she had more questions than answers, like:

Why did Emma make her feel like this? Why did she feel like her world would come to a screeching halt if Emma Swan wasn't around? Why did she always want to be near her?

Now, she could blame it on the clingy cat she had become if she hadn't been feeling so attached to Emma long before that ever happened to her but in her defense, the cat part of her just magnified that. Made it difficult to deny her feelings for Emma. At this point she was in too deep. There was no going back.

If only she knew exactly what the hell was going on...

She found herself getting lost in those beautiful soft shades of (Gray to her color blind eyes) green. Those (colorless) pink lips curled up into a smile. "What?" Emma asked and that seemed to snap Regina out of it. The cat shook her head and looked away.

Emma just laid back again and blew out a breath. She never thought she'd miss Regina's smart ass mouth and sass but she did. Although receiving the silent treatment in that moment definitely delivered the sass intended.

"It could be worse you know?" Emma suggested and she snorted when the cat gave her a look. "You could be a bird then my mom would make you sing with her and stuff."

Regina thought of that. Snow making her help clean the house while singing some annoying, tuneless melody and she shuddered at the mental image. She nodded in agreement and Emma chuckled.

"Like I said before we'll just ride it out. I'll keep you away from my mom and we'll be fine." She looked at Regina and even then she could tell that she wasn't convinced. "Besides, I doubt that was all my mom had in that bag." The cat's eyes widened, comically. Emma had to fight back a laugh. "But whatever it is, it won't get you."

Regina nodded and relaxed a little. She knew Emma would protect her from Snow.

Is this what my life has come to? Having to be protected from Snow White? I have to seriously get back to normal.

There was a knock at the door and Emma sighed. "Yeah?" She called.

"Mom?" They both sat up at the sound of Henry's voice. Regina's tail started swaying slowing in excitement.

"What's up, Henry?"

He pushed the door open. "You kinda disappeared." He said as he stepped in. "Is everything okay?"

Emma nodded. "Sure. I just wanted to give her a fighting chance." She gestured to the cat, sitting beside her. He looked over at the worried look on the cat's face.

He snorted. "I know. It was pretty hard to watch."

Emma hummed. "I'm surprised she made it out alive." She completely missed how the cat narrowed her eyes at her.

Henry laughed. "They want to know if you wanna come watch a movie." He jabbed his thumb back towards the door. She looked at the hopeful expression on her son's face and nodded.

"Sure." She stood from the bed. despite how tired they both were of Snow, Henry's smile was worth it. "You have to help me keep your grandmother away from her."

Henry nodded seriously. "Definitely."

Emma took the cat into her arms. "Operation: Protect the cat. Has begun."

Henry laughed as they left the room. Regina sighed and rolled her eyes.

"She's not eating." Snow said worriedly as she looked over at the cat from her spot on the couch. She sat on the opposite side of Henry, Emma on the other. Emma placed her half eaten slice of pizza back on her plate. They fed Regina when their pizza arrived. That was a good thirty minutes ago and the cat still hadn't touched the food in the dish.

Emma wasn't surprised though. Regina was a classy, refined queen, she wasn't going to eat cat kibble. She'd let herself starve first. The feline in question was sitting by the pink porcelain food dish, clearly pouting. Emma nodded, taking a sip from her cup.

"She doesn't appear to like that food, mom." She said thoughtfully.

"Ah, she'll eat when she gets hungry enough." David said dismissively, missing the twin glares his wife and daughter threw him.

Prince Charming, pfft! Regina thought.

"We can't let her go hungry, Charming!" Snow protested.

"She won't." He said without looking away from the tv.

Snow huffed but Emma stood up. "I'll find her something." She started heading towards the kitchen.

Neal watched his older sister go. Suddenly the talking dinosaur and his tiny caveman friend were no longer so interesting. He was much more interested in his big sister and her furry friend. He started squirming in his father's arms and reaching towards the kitchen. Getting the hint, Charming let him down. The baby instantly headed for the kitchen.

"Hey Em," David said not tearing his gaze away from the tv. As if an animated dinosaur was that entertaining for a fully grown man and father of two. "Your brother is headed your way."

"Got it." Emma said still looking in the fridge.

Regina heard the pitter patter of Neal's hands hitting the floor as he crawled in her direction. She instantly felt anxious and got tense. She liked him a lot more when she was bigger than him.

He stopped right beside her, popped her on the head a few times, trying pet her then turned his attention to the food dish. Her eyes widened and she instantly started to panic. She looked behind her at Snow and Charming who were watching the tv. She sighed, of course you aren't watching your spawn. She turned back to Emma who was still rummaging through the fridge.

Turning back to the baby, she mentally pleaded with him not to play in the cat food. But of course, like any other Charming, he did the total opposite of what she wished.

but he didn't put his hand in it, no, oh and he didn't try to eat it either. Instead he reached his little hand up and slapped the dish. It flipped over, splashing Regina with the water and food flew everywhere.

Nicely done Neal, just when I thought there was hope for you to be the only one to actually live up to your family name.

Emma spun around at the sound of the dish hitting the floor. Her mouth fell open at the sight of the soaking wet cat with cat food in her fur. "Who did this?"

Neal's eyes widened then he pointed at the cat. His finger poking her in the eye. Emma frowned. Regina looked so sad. Covered in water and cat food, a baby nearly poking her eye out and a miserable look on her face.

Emma sat the Tupperware container of leftover chicken from the night before on the counter then walked over to pick up Neal. "I know it wasn't you." She muttered to the cat.

Oh really now? How'd you come to that conclusion, Sheriff?

"I'll be right back to clean you up."

Oh joy! As if this couldn't get anymore traumatizing...

Emma walked over to the couch and sat her brother on her mother's lap. "What happened?" The woman asked.

"The kid spilled the cat food and water all over the cat."

Snow looked over and frowned at the sight of the cat, sitting on the floor covered in water, cat food everywhere and a sad expression. "Poor thing."

Emma hummed in agreement then hurried out of the room and returned before Regina even got a chance to miss her. She had a small hand towel in her hand. She got closer and Regina bristled. Miss Swan, if you think I'm going to let you... oh. She thought as Emma quickly began rubbing the cloth over Regina's wet black fur softly. Emma's touch was gentle and caring, Regina found she liked it but she kept her furry face showing nothing but indifference with a slightly hint of annoyance. When Emma finally felt the cat's fur was as dry as it was going to get, she whispered, "I'm sorry. Apparently my brother is a danger to your health as well."

Regina gave Emma a look as if to say 'ya think?'

Emma rolled her eyes. "You're all clean. I'll get this in a minute." She gestured to the mess on the floor.

Yeah, I just smell like wet fur, turkey giblets and liver.

Emma gave her an apologetic smile then stood and went back to the counter. After rinsing her hands, she began cutting the leftover chicken up into tiny pieces. "Come over here." She flagged the cat over to stand beside her. When the cat simply tilted her head in question, Emma sighed. "God, you're so stubborn." She grumbled. "Please, come over here."

The cat nodded in satisfaction, headed over to Emma and sat by her feet. With a roll of her eyes, Emma moved over to the microwave and popped the plate in.

Just because I'm in this form, does not mean that you can speak to me like some common house pet. I'm a queen and you will continue to speak to me as such.

They just stared at each other for a while as the microwave did it's thing. Regina fuming from her water dish bath and Emma trying to figure out how to fix it. After the microwave dinged, Emma grabbed the plate, making sure it wasn't too hot and set it down in front of Regina.

"Enjoy." She said grabbing some paper towels. "I'm really sorry that happened." She added then headed over to the mess.

Regina was torn between watching Emma, to make sure she didn't go too far and digging into whatever it was in that plate that smelled so delicious.

Eventually the food won out. She could still hear Emma so she decided to listen out for her instead.

Eating out of a dish, on the floor. How degrading...

She sniffed the food again. Oh... that smells so good.

She took a small bite. Yeah, that's good. She ate a little more. Her tummy was thankful for it. She continued to chow down on the leftover chicken until it was gone. She stared down longingly at the now empty plate.

That was really good but I wouldn't tell Snow that though. Enjoying Snow's cooking is something I would take to my grave. Who knew that the spoiled Princess could actually cook?

Emma walked passed the cat and rinsed her hands in the sink. After drying them, she looked down at her. "Hey." She said crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.

Hey.

"Sorry about that." Emma said softly.

Emma, if you do not stop apologizing!

"Kids, right?" Emma said with a sad smile. The cat nodded.

She remembers a few things Henry had done at that age.

"At least we cleaned you up before my mom tried to bathe you again." The cat looked up with frightened eyes. "She won't. I'm just saying..."

Regina simply stood up and started rubbing her furry cheek on Emma's leg. Oh god! Would you stop that?! Ugh. She grumbled to herself as she circled Emma's leg then crossed over and circled the other. A low rumble bubbled up from her chest but she couldn't stop it. Instead she purred on as she rubbed on Emma's skin. Emma remained still and let it continue without protest nor judgment. She appeared to like it, just as much as Regina.

"Mom!" Henry called and Emma looked up from the cat. Regina froze and her ears perked up at the sound of Henry's voice. "Grandma says she never saw Guardians of the Galaxy."

"What?" Emma said raising her brows in a mixture of surprise and outrage. Snow just shrugged as she rocked a now half asleep Neal in her arms. "We can't have that."

Snow laughed. "Save the theatrics, Emma. I told Henry that I'm going to go put Neal down for bed and we'll all watch it. I mean, The Good Dinosaur was good and all but I could tell that none of you really wanted to watch that."

Emma nodded. "Yeah but it was good for Neal."

Snow smiled. "He liked it." She stood and started crossing the room. Neal's crib was still tucked under the staircase, given their lack of space. "But right now it's time for bed."

She hummed softly to the baby as she left the room. Henry leapt up and grabbed the movie and started putting it on.

With one more glance down at the cat and tilt of her head towards the living room, Emma headed out of the kitchen. Regina followed closely, hating herself every step of the way. They entered the living room just as Henry was settling back onto the couch with the remote. Emma shook her head with a smile and plopped back into her seat beside him. She draped her arm over the back of the couch and slid down. Her legs slightly open.

Regina internally cringed at Emma's posture. My goodness, Emma. Can you at least try to sit with a little more class? You are a princess after all. She looked at Emma's lap, despite the way she was sitting, it looked so inviting and comfortable.

No! You've embarrassed yourself enough. Stop. She already prepared herself to jump up, crouching down and moving her furry behind back and forth. Emma seemed completely oblivious as she looked at the movie box and talked to Henry about it animatedly. Regina hated how it made her want to sit with Emma even more.

Fine! She huffed mentally and leapt into Emma's lap. The blonde didn't appear to be the slightest bit surprised by the queen's appearance. She simply petted her gently and continued to talk to Henry. Regina's lids started to slip closed at the contact. Oh no... She groaned as her front paws started moving, pulling at the material of Emma's shorts. How could something so wrong feel so nice? She continued to knead Emma slowly. Pushing and pulling. As if her enjoying this was not embarrassing enough, she started purring.

Henry looked over at the cat and started scratching under her chin. That just caused Regina to purr louder. Oh come on! Pull yourself together, stop it!

David chuckled at the three of them. "Look at her go." He said watching on with a smile. "Your mom is right, Em. She really likes you."

"Yeah because I don't put frilly pink collars and bows on her. I just let her chill and do her own thing." She said pointedly.

David snorted. "Your mother means well."

Emma nodded with a smile. "I know that, you know that but does the cat know that?" She asked in a teasing tone. The man laughed.

"I doubt it. Poor thing probably sees her like an executioner."

And an idiot. Regina added.

Emma laughed. "My god. She probably does."

She looked down at Regina, the cat's eyes snapped up to hers and she instantly froze. What's she staring at? She sat down and continued to watch Emma. Is there something on my face? Before she could catch herself, instinct won out and she licked the side of her paw and rubbed it across the side of her face to clean herself. No, you imbecile. Stop it. This is disgusting. Stop! But she didn't. She continued, licking her paw again and pulling her paw behind her ear and brought it around again. She closed her eyes and did the same with the other side of her face until she felt she was clean.

There, are you satisfied? You made a complete fool of yourself.

She looked back at Emma who was watching her with a smile. "You look fine." She whispered. The cat looked shocked and embarrassed. Regina just wanted to bury herself in her litter box and wait for death. So she simply laid down in Emma's lap and curled into a ball. Emma scratched behind her ear.

"Emma," Snow said as she returned to the couch. "Maybe you can check in your room and see if the cat lost her bow and collar in there."

Emma fought back a smirk. "Yeah sure."

"I have no idea how she got them off." Snow said thoughtfully as she sat down between Henry and David.

"Me neither." Emma said quickly. "Hey Henry, start the movie it's getting late." She added, avoiding her mother's gaze. Henry smiled, assuming she knows what happened to them and pressed play on the menu.

Regina awoke the next morning, a little disoriented and confused but she put all of the pieces together quicker than she had the morning before. She remembered that she was a cat, she was staying with Emma until she returned to normal and it's a hard knock life for a cat in the Charming household. Snow White in particular was a nightmare. For the briefest of moments Regina even thought that perhaps Snow knew and she was trying to get back at her for what happened in the past. She quickly shook that thought off. They had long since reconciled and had even become friends. Besides Snow is not petty nor is she that smart to put all of it together.

She relaxed further against the warm body she saw snuggled against. Just enjoying the warmth and the scent of Emma Swan. Emma! Her eyes sprung open and she looked up at Emma's sleeping face. God, she's so beautiful...

No. Stop it. This is Emma Swan. Annoyingly charming, Emma Swan. Ugh! I don't have feelings for her. It's this curse. We're just friends and... her eyes fell to those lips again and she sighed. This is all her fault.

She was pressed firmly against Emma's front as the blonde laid on her side. Emma had a protective arm around her, holding tight. It felt odd how much she enjoyed being held by the savior. She also hated how vulnerable she felt. But that's what Emma always did. Chipped at her layers until she revealed who she truly was. Why would it be any different now?

Honestly she hadn't even remembered coming upstairs but she did remember falling asleep snuggled up in Emma's lap, in the middle of the movie. Films had sort of lost their appeal now that she could no longer see in color.

Emma must've carried her upstairs and gotten into bed with her in her arms and fallen asleep that way. If that was the case then that was.. well... sweet, even cute.

Really Regina? She sighed. Cute? Emma Swan is not cute...

Why do you have to be so charming? Regina thought, still staring at Emma. And adorable?

With a groan which came out as a whine, she wiggled out of Emma's arms and slid down until she was free. She felt that sense of calm again that she dreaded. Despite her mind's protests she put her front paws on Emma's side, but before she could begin kneading, the bedroom door opened quietly. Regina turned to the door and her ears perked up.

Henry? She thought excitedly but panic consumed her when she saw who had crept into the room.

"Ah. You're awake." Snow whispered, tiptoeing to the bed. "I thought maybe you and I can start our day a bit early."

Regina looked over at Emma who hadn't even stirred at her mother's intrusion. Regina looked back at Snow with wide eyes. Oh Emma, please wake up. She pleaded as Snow advanced closer. She looked over at Emma frantically. "It's okay, Emma won't mind."

Actually she does. She was trying to keep me away from you.

Snow picked the cat up and held her close. The cat started squirming and wiggling in the woman's hold, which only caused the woman to tighten her grip and almost squeeze the life out of her. "Come now, baby."

The woman exited the room quietly, all the while Regina was begging Emma to wake up but the blonde woman slept like a log. She honestly just prayed that Emma would notice the absence of her body before it was too late.

As Snow closed the door. She stiffened. She doubted she would make it out of this alive.

Her heart started racing and she felt faint as they headed to the staircase. She tried one last time to squirm free. Sure the drop from Snow's arms was a steep one but at that point, she was prepared to face severe injury rather than whatever Snow had in store for her. She shuddered at the sheer thought of the horror that Snow had planned.

When they reached the bottom step, Regina made one last futile attempt at escape before giving up and deciding to face her fate with her head held high, like the queen she was.

They crossed the bottom floor to the bathroom and Regina froze once she smelled the scent inside of the warm room and she instantly started panicking.

Strawberries. Oh god no.

She looked around, slightly hyperventilating. She's going to give me a bath! At that moment her survival instincts kicked in. She started wriggling even more and managed to turn herself in Snow's arms and started pushing at her chest, trying to break out of the woman's grasp.

"It's okay." The woman said soothingly. Although it didn't comfort Regina at all.

No it's not! You're going to drown me or worse, mess up my beautiful coat. Wait... Regina froze. Did I just... I don't care about my coat. I am not a cat!

But if that was the case, why was she so horrified of the water in the bathtub?

"Just relax." Snow said stroking the cat's back gently. She knelt down by the tub. Regina looked up into her eyes, trying to plead with her.

Snow, come on. Can we work something out? Can we talk this out like the queens we are?

The woman smiled. "I'll try to make this as pleasant as possible."

The only way you can make this pleasant was if you didn't do it at all.

"Okay, here we go." Snow lifted the cat up and lowered her into the bathtub.

As soon as Regina's feet his the water she began to panic even more. She let out a distressed mewl and if she wasn't in fear for one of her nine lives, she would have been quite embarrassed.

Snow lowered her until her legs were completely submerged. The cat tried to jump out. Her chest was heaving and her wide eyes were darting all over room, looking for a route of escape.

"Shhh... Honey, it's okay." She held the cat down with one hand and found the shampoo.

Snow, I know I said I was retired from taking hearts but you're making me reconsider that decision.

She continued to squirm in the woman's hold. Snow simply squeezed some of the liquid onto the cat's head, Regina closed her eyes. Snow hummed an annoyingly sweet melody as she massaged the gel into the cat's fur.

Regina glared at Snow, you are so lucky that Emma and Henry care about you so much.

"There." The woman said after a while. She reached for the shower head. "We'll have you all clean in a moment." She adjusted the water.

I hate you, Snow White.

Satisfied, she turned the water onto the cat. When the warm water hit her, Regina flailed around, splashing water all over the front of the other woman's shirt. Regina smirked internally.

Well, that made me feel a hell of a lot better.

The woman shook her head but she didn't seem the slightest bit annoyed and that disappointed Regina. The cat simply placed her paws on the side of the tub and stood as Snow rinsed the sweet smelling pet shampoo out of her fur.

The entire time, Regina brainstormed ways to destroy the other woman in her kitty form. She was sincerely surprised by how many ideas she came up with.

Eventually Snow shut off the shower and Regina let out a sigh of relief. The woman let the water out of the drain. "There," Snow cooed. "All clean." She picked the cat up and placed her on a blue fluffy towel on the floor.

Regina grinned mentally then shook her body, water flew everywhere, wetting Snow further. Take that, Snow White. She looked up at the woman and she looked back her. How do you like that?

Snow shook her head and started laughing.

Unfuckingbelievable. Regina rolled her eyes.

"I guess I deserved that, huh?"

Damn right.

Snow nodded. "At least you're clean." She started drying the cat with the towel. When she felt she was dry enough, she stood and picked the cat up. Sitting the cat on the toilet lid, she then went about plugging in the big black hair dryer.

Regina's eyes widened then she tried to make a break for it but snow was quicker and caught her. She held her still. The cat looked towards the closed door, longingly.

"Oh you're trying to get to Emma..." Snow said thoughtfully.

Not really, just away from you.

"Don't worry. Emma'll be up soon and she'll get to see how pretty you look."

Emma?

Snow turned the dryer on and nearly startled the cat to death. "Here goes." She said as she began drying her.

Regina contemplated ways to end Snow White that would be clean and efficient and couldn't be traced back her. So far she had come with two ways as Snow finally finished drying her.

"Awww... look at you!" Snow chuckled. She grabbed a hand mirror.

Snow White, I haven't said this in a long time but I will destroy your happiness if it is-

Her train of thought was cut off when she saw her reflection. Her fur was fluffed out. She looked like a tiny, jet black cloud. Some of the fur was covering her eyes and her dark eyes were nearly impossible to see. As if this couldn't get any worse.

She looked at Snow who was smiling at her adoringly. I will get you for this!

"Now come along." Snow said picking her up. "Lets get you combed and brushed so that we can dress you." She said carrying her out of the bathroom.

Oh god, Emma. Where are you?!

Emma jogged down the stairs to the first floor, unsure of what she was going to encounter. When she woke up, the cat was gone and her door was shut. It wasn't like the cat got up, opened the door and shut it back, so it only meant one thing... her mother took her. Regina was in danger. When Emma reached the bottom step her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Oh. My. God." She muttered at the sight that greeted her. "Mom, what did you do?"

When Regina heard her voice, she looked over at Emma, her huge brown eyes widening with excitement then she remembered that she was mad at her for not saving her earlier and quickly looked away.

Emma took in the appearance of the cat. She was wearing a new white bow, a new collar made to look like a pearl necklace, a bell hanging from it... and... Emma sighed and rubbed a hand over face. A small white cat dress that came out into a tutu. The outfit was complete with sequins and rhinestones that shimmered and sparkled.

Emma cringed.

"Doesn't she look precious?" Snow squealed. "I just thought the little princess costume was absolutely stunning!"

"Oh it's something alright." Emma muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. She looked the cat over again and could tell that she was seething. Her tail was swaying rapidly, a glare in her eyes directed at Snow White.

"I have others but this one just seemed to work for today." Snow babbled on and the cat rolled her eyes. "She had a lovely bath and was a very good girl..." Emma's eyes widened at that and she felt instantly guilty. She slept too heavily and as a result, she didn't even hear her mother kidnap Regina.

Emma cleared her throat. "Did she eat yet?"

Snow shook her head with a smile. "She wanted to wait for you. I could tell..."

Emma forced a smile. "Okay cool." She walked over to the couch, ruffling Henry's hair, who was sitting on the floor mindlessly staring at the t.v. with a bowl of cereal in his lap, along the way. The boy laughed and swatted her hand away. David was sitting on the couch with Neal in his lap as all three of them watched some preschool show.

Emma leaned over and picked Regina up. "I am so sorry. I have no idea how I slept through that..." She whispered and the cat just gave her a look. "Right..." Emma nodded. "Lets get you fed." She tucked the mayor under her arm and started towards the kitchen.

"She's looks so cute." She heard Snow say from behind them. Both of them rolled their eyes.

Once inside the kitchen, she sat Regna down on the floor. "I really am sorry." She muttered before going to get Regina's milk.

Snow and Charming go to Granny's for lunch. Basically leaving Regina to babysit Henry, Neal and Emma. The four of them had just had lunch themselves. The three humans having grilled cheeses while the cat had salmon. Emma simply shrugged when Henry asked why she was cooking the cat a meal when Snow had just bought her gourmet cat food.

Regina was surprised that she actually enjoyed Emma's cooking as well. What is happening to the world...?

Emma had been amazing the entire time and making this unfortunate circumstance slightly more bearable and Regina was grateful for her. Not that she would tell her that...

After lunch, Regina sat between Henry and Emma (who were more interested in a dumb video game than her) while Neal sat on the floor and played with what appeared to be a 'see and say'. Every time the wheel would spin and land on the picture of a cat, the toy would play an exaggerated meow (which Regina found offensive although she wasn't quite sure why) and the little boy would look up at Regina and giggle.

Yeah laugh it up, buddy. At least I have all my hair.

The black cat, had her head rested in Emma's lap while the rest of her rested in the tiny space between the blonde and Henry.

Emma had taken the dress off but must've forgotten about the bow and collar. Regina had to admit that she felt slightly naked without her little ensemble but on the other hand she realized how ridiculous that was. She looked up at Emma, whose eyes were still glued to the television screen. Her fingers were moving furiously on the controller as she and Henry completed some mission.

Regina stood up and looked at Emma again. The woman's lips were pressed into a tight line as she focused. She hadn't even noticed the cat move.

Hey! Why won't you pay attention to me?

Wait... why do I care?

Pay attention to me!

I have to get her attention, she thought. I should be getting all of her attention, not some stupid video game! Emma is mine!

Wait, what? No, stop that. Emma is not mine. I am not a cat and she is not my owner.

She felt her body moving again without her permission. She was helpless as she leaned forward and pressed her head to the back of Emma's hand. She rubbed her cheek from side to side against the warm skin and her eyes slipped closed.

Don't enjoy this. Don't! This is so humiliating. Emma would never let me live this down.

She looked up at Emma who glanced down at her and smiled, then looked back at the screen.

Oh no, you did not!

She placed her paw on Emma's hand and stared into her face.

This is your fault. The least you can do is pet me!

Before she could react, a soft meow escaped her. Emma stopped and looked down at her. There you go. She thought as Emma lowered the controller and freed one of her hands. Emma smiled at her.

"What's up?" She asked, the cat rubbed her cheek on her hand again. "Okay, that's what you want?" She started scratching the cat's head and Regina sighed. Moving so that she was sitting completely in Emma's lap, she closed her eyes. I hate you. She muttered to herself. Get it together. Emma's fingers found the space behind her ears and she shivered. Oh that's nice. Right there. She turned her head as if directing Emma, who obliged happily.

That's when it happened, a low purr from deep within her was released. The rumbling in her chest, small and softer than usual but she couldn't help it. Emma had magic fingers and she loved it.

She sunk in further and Emma gave her her undivided attention, using her other hand to stroke the cat's back. Regina had practically melted into Emma's body at this point and she didn't even care anymore. She let it go for now.

"Mom, they found us. Come on!" Henry exclaimed urgently. Emma's hands froze. Regina's eyes popped open at the loss of contact, just to watch Emma's hand scrambling for the controller.

"Shit." Emma muttered returning to the game. The cat swatted her hand then gave her a hard look for swearing in front of Henry. "Sorry." She grumbled.

Regina rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. She officially lost Emma's attention and honestly she missed it.

With a sigh, she realized that her tiny bladder was talking to her. She jumped down from Emma's lap and decided to go do something about it. The sheriff seemed to notice that.

"Where are you going?" Emma asked looking down at her. Regina just gave her a bored look.

"Mom, I know Snow White is your mom and all but you don't have to talk to animals. It's weird." Henry said not looking away from the screen in front of him.

Emma cleared her throat but her eyes never left the cat. Regina turned back around and headed towards the bathroom, narrowly escaping Neal's grab for her.

She stepped into the hideously decorated bathroom and a shiver ran through her as she remembered the bath from hell. Shaking off the feeling, she continued inside and headed for the toilet, the lid was down.

Damnit, she turned back to the pink litter box filled with fresh, unused, scented litter.

With a heavy sigh, she headed over to it. Okay let's see here... She stepped one paw inside and then the other. She climbed all the way in and just stood there, hoping instinct would just kick in. This is insane. Is this seriously what my life has come to? Where is a killer Rottweiler when you need one?

Instinct did kick in actually and Regina exited the bathroom highly humiliated and praying for a spontaneous bolt of lightening or anything to end this. She was so wrapped up in her own emotional trauma that she didn't even notice the danger headed her way. She saw small feet in front of her and when she looked up, her fur stood on end and her tail bristled when she looked up into Neal's face, grinning down at her.

Oh so you can walk? Lazy like your big sister, huh?

He giggled, his eyes shinning with excitement. He reached a hand out and Regina backed up. He just stepped closer, with a smile on his face. "Kit kit." He giggled.

Regina peeked around him to see if the two people responsible for watching this child even had a clue that he was about to murder the cat.

She was eventually backed up against the kitchen island. Her eyes frantically searched for a route of escape. The baby sat down in front of her and she watched him nervously.

His small hand reached out again and his little finger poked her nose. She closed her eyes at that contact. It wasn't that bad. Rougher than she would have liked but he's a baby. She expected worse.

Okay, young Prince, go play now.

Neal giggled again and went for those pointy ears. He pinched the tips of both of them and pulled. She closed her eyes tightly at the sharp pain.

Ouch.

He laughed at the kitty's funny expression. He released her ears and pulled her into his arms, squeezing tightly as he hugged her. She gasped for air as he squeezed it out of her. She felt her lungs burning as they struggled to pull in air. He was surprisingly strong for a baby and she started feeling light headed.

This is it. This is how I go. Goodbye cruel world.

To think I've cheated death so many times just to be defeated by a baby. And here I was thinking Emma was the one destined to end me...

At that moment, that very blonde happened to look over to the scene of her baby brother killing her friend. She gasped, jumped to her feet and sprinted over to the two of them.

"Neal." She said bending over and prying the cat out of the child's arms. "Too rough."

I'll say... Regina inhaled a lungful of air.

He giggled and crawled away.

"I'm really sorry about that." Emma whispered. "Just like my mom. He loves, well... a little too much."

Well, I'm glad you didn't get that trait.

"But he's a baby, you know... and you're a cute fluffy kitty and all so..."

Too bad you're an idiot as well... I mean, for the love of god, Emma, how hard could it be to keep a cat alive...

Emma held Regina securely in her arms and Regina's pouting was cut short when she got a whiff of Emma's scent. She leaned in close and smelled her.

Ugh, I hate myself right now. Why does she smell so... nice and enticing? Has she always smelled this way? What is she wearing?

Stop it, Regina.

She wanted to. She was making a fool of herself again but she couldn't stop it. Emma's scent was so comforting and slightly addictive.

Fuck it.

She rubbed against Emma's chest, shamelessly smelling her, as she carried her back to the couch. They sat and Regina stretched out in the sheriff's lap, feeling a little better. She yawned as she got comfortable, preparing for a nap. She knew she'd be safe there and frankly she had enough excitement for one day.

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