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It had been a casual comment born from a spontaneous thought.
"You're just a cat, aren't you?" he blurted out as his gaze met the clown-like creature that, for once, wasn't trying to torment him. It tongue slowly passed by the window next to the porch bench, and after hearing what was said, it was now a cat..
An orange cat with pointy ears and stupid yellow eyes, unnatural yes, but mostly stupid.
One would think that the nature of a shapeshifter gives the freedom to choose, but remembering what happened that time I was trying to buy time to keep it locked up, The idea that it looks the way it is perceived by others is not as far-fetched as he initially thought.
He was really angry when I called him Bob, but now as a cat he just looked confused, confused in the way only an animal can be..
Hallorann saw the opportunity and seized it, maybe just for a little peace, Perhaps because seeing the self-proclaimed "world eater" chasing a piece of yarn seemed amusing to him or because this was a real opportunity to stop, at least for a while, the massacres that that thing used to cause since General Shaw's plan to unleash it on the world worked.
So he put it on his lap, and while smoking his cigar, he began to stroke the orange fur. The next time someone asked about it, he introduced it as "It's just an old cat who likes to follow me around ".