“Hello Mittens. I’m home.” says my cat, wearing my body and looking smug.

I let out a long angry meow.

“Ohhhh? Is something wrong, kitty?” he says, petting me on the head.

I hiss at him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I might just decide you’re too much trouble and send you to the pound.” he smiles.

I back away from the demonic cat smiling at me with my face.

“Ahahahaha! Just joking. You should have seen your face.”

I back away farther and sit politely as he pours me food and scoops my litter.

None of my other cats were like this. Even before Mittens possessed my body he was always a bit… off.

This isn’t some anomaly in his personality, this is just him. And from what I’ve seen him do with the unfortunate mice he catches, I think it’d be best not to antagonize him for now.

So I sit politely and don’t argue any more as he treats me just like I treated him, wiggling a cat toy and laughing when I chase it with the cat instincts of his body.