catfishing {Alex}

[Blue Gyhardt]

There was a noisy cat at Alex’s apartment. She was a sleek gray tabby, with pale green eyes - the color Blue envied to have as a human. The cat paced back and forth behind Alex’s screen door, mewling the whole while. She knew there were people in the apartment: she could hear them. Most people indulged her and gave her a pat or two - sometimes something to eat.

Blue didn’t know why she did this. It wasn’t like some other peoples’ transformations: she retained most of her memory when she transformed back, and she knew what she was doing, generally (enough to restrain herself from eating rotten garbage, or a carcass). She supposed it was her way of attention-seeking. Being a relatively quiet girl growing up, same as it was now, Blue found other ways. Getting attention as a cat was so much easier. Everyone loved to pet a cat.

Deep down, she was relatively certain this wasn’t healthy behavior - but c’est la vie.

When and if Alex showed, Blue the cat intensified her meows for attention. She got up on her cat hind paws and patted the sliding door’s handle several times.