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A/N: Hey everyone I am back! This is Santana's POV chapter. I think you may either like it or hate it. I am actually insecure about how this turned out. And also my cat stared at me with judgmental looks while I write this.

I always imagined cat!Santana a bit pessimistic and dramatic but also a sucker for Britt. I hope it is similar what you had in mind and it won't damage your Santana.

I will be eagerly waiting for your feedback good or bad :)

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"Hey."

Is it morning already? Britt, you know I won't get up if breakfast is not ready. Plus, I am aching all over. Wow, all my muscles are sore. I need more beauty sleep..

"Hey, wake up."

Ugh.. I don't wanna. You look beautiful in the morning, though. But I have this odd feeling in my body. Maybe if I groom.. Wait, wha- NO! Where is my fur? I have no fur! My beautiful fur! Oh no, this must be a nightmare. I look hideous! I look like a.. like a.. No, it can't be! I feel so humiliated! How did that happen! Wha.. I still have some fur? All my fur is my head? But it's too long! It's going to take hours to groom it.. Oh no..

Do you know what's happened to me, Britt? I guess not, you're looking at me weird. But at least you are your usual human self. And you smell the same, which is comforting. I feel so bulky in this body. I don't know if I can work with this. When you used to hug me, I could lie in your arms but now.. I don't know how I feel about this.

"It's okay. You're safe. I'm here."

I don't know if this is okay. But can we stay like this? I really feel safer. You make- What the hell! Where is my tail! Oh my beautiful tail.. Did I do something to disgrace my race? Is this a punishment? Just.. why..

"Wanna have breakfast?"

Now that you mentioned it, I'm hungry like a lousy dog. Hey, look, I'm so tall! I've always wanted to be tall- Whoops! Oh wow, watch me tumble on the ground like a sack of potatoes.. If only other cats could see me.. Me, a cat, the master of balance.

Well, I don't know what I'd do if you weren't there to catch me, Britt. Even though, I'm not supposed to thank you or anything, I appreciate your concern very much right now. Thank you for not laughing at me.

"It's okay, I got you."

I don't understand how you manage to walk on your back feet. If humans can do it, how hard can it be? But I mean.. just two feet? Really? I can see it's bigger but.. Also is 5 fingers that necessary? And they are not all in the same size. What about that? Humans are weird.

"..have breakfast?"

Breakfast? Is it milk?

"Now I got your attention? Whatever.. Come on."

Hey you can still carry me! It's so great to do something familiar. Although, it is not that much familiar but its the best I have. Did I mentioned how much I hate change? I do. A lot. But of course I didn't mentioned that because we speak two different languages. I can understand you, I'm holy like that. Humans don't understand cats. But my human is better than others, she understands my needs.

"Okay.. Breakfast. Yeah."

Oh my.. It is really milk, is it? Is it? I'm not even ashamed to admit that it's fucking exciting. I have to reach that milk.

"Santan-AH!"

Holy shit! It's milk. All. Over. The. Floor. I once dreamed about this. The floor was full of milk like a lake and you have to jump on the furniture if you want to go somewhere else. It was awesome. And right now it's like a dream come true. Although, in my dream the milk didn't damp my fur. Now I have to clean it. Grooming this long fur feels like it's never going to end.

"Are.. Are you human?"

And I have never been more insulted in my life and that statement includes last year when you took me to that place and they had my temperature taken.

"Of course not. You're not human."

Of course I am not. I am not a low being, am I? I consider it as an insult. I am a cat whom your race worshiped in the past and still.

"So.. What are you, exactly?"

What am I? I don't know, okay? In my language there is not a word for a cat getting stuck in a human body. And I highly doubt there is one in yours.

Ugh, how am I supposed sassily walk away in this body? How this thing work?

"I'm sorry."

It's OK, Britt. I don't understand it either. I suggest we stay like this. This is good. Relaxing. Comforting. But if you insist on moving, I suggest the bed, the couch or the wardrobe. But NOT the water, Britt! Not the water! Oh no, it almost touched me! Retreat to the safe place! Oh hell, I can't even reach it. This damn loutish body doesn't work. What am I supposed to do now?

"It's okay, it was only water. Shh.."

Only water? Britt, comforting place is never the water. It.. It messes up your fur and you have to groom it for hours to dry it. You wouldn't know because you don't have any. Oh wait, now I don't have any either. And I see that I harmed you. If you stop running around and come here I can make it better. I want to make it better. Please, come here. Having your full attention is the best part about this transformation.

"Santana, honey, please come out.. Santana!"

OK, here I come. Just so you know, this is only because I feel kind of bad about the scratches. It's a one time thing and I don't want you get the impression that I'll come whenever you call. I'll answer when I feel like seeing you. Which.. is a lot. Ok, ok, I know I'm like a kitty all over again when I see you. It's just.. Never mind.

"Santana?"

Um.. Yes?

"Santana! It is you. It's really you."

Of course it is me, you silly human. Are you sure you are OK, too? I know I'm acting weird given my situation, but you are acting a bit weird yourself. So now, let me heal you.

Actually, it not that bad to have no fur, because now that our bare skins touch, I can feel your body temperature rising little by little. It is different. But good different. Although the half of your body is covered by fabric.

We are moving to the couch? Good, comfy. I love the couch. I can sleep on it. I love everything I can sleep on. For example, the bed pillow (it's my favorite), the heater, the couch, you. Okay, maybe I lied my favorite is you. You're warm, soft and you cuddle back. The pillow doesn't.

And my - oh my- here it is my least favorite thing! No, Britt please not today. Not when I feel insecure first time ever. I need those nails. What if I need to defend myself, what if I have to defend you?

"It's for your own good, okay? You could've hurt yourself with these. "

I wouldn't hurt myself. But I.. could hurt you, I guess.

"I'll protect you. Nothing's gonna hurt you. You trust me, right?"

I do trust you. But you're just a human. You think nothing's gonna hurt you because of it. Never ever take away a cat's best weapon away from them. Just never.

"See? It didn't hurt."

Not talking to you. Well, technically I never really did but you get it. Now, I can't defend myself, I can't walk, I can't even speak in my own language and I can't even have fun with my tail. What a shame.

Now what? What is that? What does it do? It looks useless. Is it alive? Let me smell it? Wow, a rasper! If i knew something like that existed, I wouldn't ruin the furniture. This is awesome! A tool that allows me to rasp my nails anywhere I want, and it is tiny! Don't giggle, this is every cat's dream.

"But you forgot your thumbs."

I didn't forget them. I neglected them. I don't even know what they are for anyway. They are in the extra-things-that-I-got-this-morning list.

"You wanna try something new again?"

To be honest, I haven't decided yet. But I have feeling that we are going to do it anyway. And I am right. (I am always right) The water.

"I know what you're thinking. You are pre-judgmental about it. This is just warm water. Which is good for you. So that you don't have to clean yourself with your tongue."

I would ask, what is wrong with cleaning myself with my tongue, or if I can't use my tongue, how am I supposed to dry my head fur but I am just gonna go with 'Whatever'.

Eww. Weird.

"Yeah, I forgot to inform, it's a bit wet. But it's okay. Let's try again."

It's not exactly eww-weird but it is weird-weird.

"Isn't it fun! Wanna get in?"

Do I have to? Because the idea of water covering my whole body does not entertain me. Not at all. First of all, It is splashy and I don't like things moving without me having control over it.

"I'll join you."

You are so lucky that I love it when you give me your attention. And it is the best part of this day. I have all of it.

"Get ready, here we go."

You have to know your body looks so much better without the fabric that you put on. I know, I really shouldn't appreciate you like I do, I'm not supposed to think you're beautiful. But I watch you sometimes.. Not sometimes, like all the time. Like I do right now. And I can't help but to find you.. I don't know any words that could help me explain what I think. But maybe, just maybe, I found the sight delightful?

And I like it when you touch me. Your hands are so gentle and you know exactly how to make me feel good. It's like you know what mood I am in.

Did you noticed this water has balls in it? Wow they are not balls, they are balloons that doesn't pop loudly! I don't like sudden loud sounds, either. And they pop when I touch them, its like I hold their destiny! Amazing!

What's this? Is it alive? Why it isn't covered with water like we are? Is doesn't look like a bird or a duck or a swan yet it can float like them. And it is not alive. It reacts when I push it. Curious. It smells different. I wonder how does it taste-

Eugh, you shrieking beast! You almost killed me! You are lucky I don't have my nails! If you were alive I would've slit your throat out!

"You're too cute."

I would, Britt! I am a badass. Stop laughing.

"Okay. Is he still bothering you? You want him to go?"

I hate that thing.

"So next time he bothers you,"

He bothers me.

"Yeah.. you can grab Mr. Duck like this.."

I hate Mr. Duck. It doesn't even look like a real duck. And I've seen ducks.

"And throw him around."

You don't throw real ducks. You hunt them. That is a pathetic creature.

"This is your thumb. It helps you to grab and hold things. And uh.. And other things. It comes handy and its important."

Thumbs? Really, thumbs? Wow, take my tail, my six other tits, my fur, my super-senses, and give me thumbs instead. What a fantastic deal.. Well.. At least I am tall.

This is the part that I hate most about the water. It doesn't go off when you want it to go. And I also don't like the things that I don't want. It sticks to you like a flea for a while. And I hate fleas, too-

Oh, Britt! That was the funniest thing I've ever seen! You fell on your butt! How could you even do that! That is ridiculously amusing! Whoops- And that is how you fall, on fours. And I absolutely meant that. That was exactly what I wanted to do. Just to teach you. OK? But you fell on your butt, I will never forget this delightful memory.

"I.. We should dry off."

What do we do now? I actually started to enjoy this being human thingy. I.. I am not sure about those fabrics. What is the logic in it? I was naked all along and I survived. Why the sudden need to cover myself? Then again, what is the logic in the things that humans do? But no, I don't want to wear it! It touches me Britt! It touches me when I least expect, and it panics me! It's like a sneaky piece of fabric which is here to take away the comfort zone I have! Let's not do this again. It is no fun. I suggest we cuddle on the couch. The bed is OK, too. I'll let you decide this time. The couch, the comfy little couch.. na na na..

You are the most fun human to watch, I swear. If my mother knew you, I am sure she would agree with me when I say you are exceptional. My mom once told me that, every cat gets a human for themselves to serve us food, clean our trash or bring us toys and so on. Humans are not interesting at the least. They do the same things all day, nothing ever surprises them, they have little and bigger metal looking things that they look into instead of looking around themselves. My mother told me how they changed for the worse over the years. The species that once did nothing but worship us and wonder about with us in the nature, now destroyed it. And the worse part is they think they are superior to cats. But she also told me that, they were cats whom refused to being taken care of by a human. They lived like rebels, like our cousins in far away wilderness. They hunted, protected themselves, found their food on their own. So, I decided to become a rebel, and I did.

But you had to come and change that. I would never forget the day. I had just caught my third pigeon, and I was only two months and a week old. Do you know any cats who caught three pigeons in two months? Of course not. I was that good of a hunter. After that I decided to award myself with some fast food. I was searching for something to eat in the trash when your apple hit me right on the head. I immediately jumped to hissed at you. It was supposed to intimidate and make you run away, but instead you gasped and said you're sorry. I was startled. Why would a human say that? Like that wasn't enough, you surprised me even more. You sit opposite of me and said, I'm sorry to interrupt your supper, to make it up to you, I can bring you some tomorrow, will you be around here?

Little that you know, the tree you were sitting under was marked by my pee. So I was there when you showed up the day after as you promised, and with food. You continued to surprise me after. You showed up there almost everyday to bring me delicious food and play with me. I even let you touch me. I realized I started to miss you when I didn't see you for one day. That's when I decided to abandon my area and claim yours as mine.

Giving you a chance to introduce yourself was the best decision that I ever made. I really don't know how I feel about you, all I can say is that I feel like a kitten around you. You are not like any other human at all. Like right now, I watch you, even when you seem careless, you move with grace. Like me. I've never seen a human move like this. Maybe you are a different kind of human. A catish human? Why not. It would be awesome to be the same species with you. Even though we are different, we get on super well. I don't know how we do that. The other day, I heard you talking about soul mates. I have no idea what that means but I think we are soul mates. Because, the only thing we have in common is that we both have souls. It is the most reasonable conclusion about what we have.

I will try and update the usual story as fast as I can.

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