Chapter 1: Animalerie
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My name is Silvers Buggy, I’m 23 years old. I’m still at university, and honestly, it’s a struggle. Not just with the classes, but with life in general. No girlfriend, no boyfriend, I’m a true singleton. Loneliness weighs on me, especially in my apartment where the silence has become almost deafening. My friends all seem to be moving forward: some are in relationships, others already engaged, and some even expecting their first child. Me? I’m still at square one, wondering when it will be my turn.
Like every day, I walked with heavy, almost dragging steps, as if my feet were made of concrete. On the way, I had to turn back because of sidewalk construction. It was during this detour that I noticed a small pet shop I’d never seen before, just a few streets from my place. I thought maybe getting a pet wouldn’t be a bad idea. Something to break the loneliness, a companion—even a silent one.
I went into the store and noticed there weren’t many customers, which suited me perfectly. I had no desire to adopt a dog—too much responsibility, too much energy to spend every day. A dog would just add more hassle. I thought about rabbits and hamsters too, but I didn’t like the idea of having animals that mess everywhere or spend all their time scratching in their cages, especially if it meant waking me up at night.
I browsed the aisles and looked at the snakes, but the idea of a reptile bored me a little. The lizards, for their part, had faces I didn’t really like. Then I passed by the cats. A cat is simple: you feed it, change its litter every two or three days, and you can even kick it outside if you feel like it. Plus, they sleep a lot and are generally calm. That seemed to fit my lifestyle.
I first looked at the kittens, but they were way too active for me—too restless, a little stressful. So, I headed towards the older cats. That’s when a ginger cat caught my eye. He looked much calmer than the others, even though a younger cat was nibbling on his ear. His fur had almost red highlights in places, giving him a unique look.
Suddenly, a familiar voice pulled me out of my gaze:
“Hey man.”
I turned around and met Galdino, the boyfriend of my childhood friend Ino.
“Hey? Long time no see,” I replied, a bit surprised to see him here.
“Are you working here now?” I asked.
“I got hired last month. Need the money to pay for university,” he explained with a slightly tired smile.
“I get it,” I said, nodding.
He looked at me, curious.
“You want a cat? I would have gotten a dog instead.”
I shrugged.
“Cats are less hassle. By the way, I want that ginger one over there.”
Galdino smiled.
“He’s been here a while. It’s cool you’re taking him.”
“He looks calm, and that’s what I’m looking for.”
“Yeah, he is. His name’s Shamrock.”
“Shamrock? That’s a weird name for a cat, but honestly, it’s one less hassle. No need for a complicated name.”
Galdino turned to the ginger cat as if introducing him to the situation.
“Well, Shamrock, here’s your new master.”
The cat meowed softly, almost as if answering.
“Meow.”
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I got up around 8 AM that Saturday morning. I didn’t have classes, but strangely, I didn’t want to go back to sleep. Shamrock, the cat I’d adopted the day before, was already up too. He looked at me for a moment, then calmly followed me to the kitchen. I put some kibble in his bowl along with fresh water. Then I quickly cleaned the litter box—that’s one of those small responsibilities you forget about when you don’t have a pet.
After that, I flopped down in front of the TV, feeling a bit lazy. Shamrock approached quietly and settled near me after several minutes of wandering around the room.
I found myself talking to no one—or rather, talking to Shamrock.
“I should finish my economics oral presentation in English before doing nothing at all,” I sighed.
Shamrock raised his head, like he thought I was talking directly to him. But what could a cat really understand about all that? Would I seem less crazy if I told all this to a cat instead of myself?
“What a hassle, I swear,” I added quietly.
Without realizing it, I was speaking to my cat in a foreign language. While studying, I gently stroked his head, behind the ears, and along his back. The little ginger cat lay on my lap, purring with pleasure, as if he understood I was finally finding some comfort.
Eventually, I finished my English presentation. The hardest part was done. I felt a light relief wash over me.
“What do you want to do now, Shamrock? Maybe dinner? It’s already 12:46.”
The cat meowed softly.
“What? You’re too lazy to move too? If my mom were here, she’d probably beat us up, I’m sure.”
Shamrock looked at me with his blue-green eyes, full of confusion. I sighed. He would never understand the pain my mother causes.
“You’re right not to understand... and not to try. She’s a nightmare.”
Shamrock meowed again, as if asking for explanations.
“Wait, I’ll show you my parents... Even if you’re a cat, it’s not like you really want to see them.”
I leaned over the couch to grab my phone from the coffee table. After a few failed attempts due to laziness, I finally forced myself to get up.
“Here, look at this,” I said, showing Shamrock the screen.
I showed him pictures of my family. “My dad is Garp, and my mom is Rayleigh.”
I set my phone down on the table, still talking to my cat. The little animal followed closely, silent.
“Be careful. My mom may be beautiful, but she’s terrifying.”
I smiled, thinking back to old scoldings.
I prepared my food and placed my plate on the table. Then, I served some kibble to my little ginger cat.
“I don’t know how you can eat that,” I said, watching Shamrock. The cat stared at me as if agreeing. “I’ll make you lasagna one of these days.”
Shamrock meowed enthusiastically, seeming happy at the idea.
“You like lasagna?”
He purred, rubbing his head against my leg.
“Then I’ll make you spinach lasagna so you don’t get sick.”
I took my plate and sat on the floor, legs crossed. I ate while talking to my cat. It felt good to have someone—even a cat—listen to my genius ramblings. I really felt happy to have Shamrock in my life.
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Chapter 2: Moins seul
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I came back from my classes, sighing deeply. I threw my bag onto the couch, which made Shamrock, my cat, who was peacefully sleeping nearby, jump in surprise. The day had been long and boring, and to top it off, my mother had called me earlier, which only made me feel worse.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, Shamrock,” I said, gently stroking his head to make up for it.
I collapsed like a dead weight on the couch, letting out another sigh. I turned on the TV without really watching the screen. Shamrock then curled up comfortably on my lap, purring softly, as if to offer me some comfort.
“My mom called me earlier,” I started, and Shamrock lifted his head like he wanted to listen even more carefully. “She kept telling me I should be in a relationship at my age.”
The ginger cat looked at me with his blue-green eyes, full of an almost human attention, as if he really understood what I was saying.
I picked him up, holding him close to my face.
“I’m not that old, right?” I asked softly, hoping for an answer. Of course, no answer came. I smiled and added, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to answer.”
I put Shamrock back on my lap, lost in thought. Then, as if I was talking to my best buddy, I took him back in my hands and continued:
“Does your mom bother you about that? Of course not… Listen, Shamrock, I love cats and all, but it would have been way better if you were human.”
Shamrock meowed softly, as if to reply:
“Meow?”
I shrugged, amused.
“Yeah, I know. You think I could tell my mom that my only company is my cat?”
Shamrock, licking his paw calmly, meowed again:
“Meow?”
I smiled, still a little disillusioned.
“Yeah, it’s not like I can tell her, huh? ‘Hey mom, I already have a close relationship with someone, and it’s my cat!’”
Shamrock jumped a bit, probably surprised by the higher tone of my voice.
“Yeah, it’s weird… Maybe if you were a guy, we could have been a couple,” I joked.
Shamrock meowed, like he found that ridiculous.
“Meow.”
I laughed softly.
“I felt like I was in a fanfic or a manga, I know.”
After this long, somewhat absurd conversation with my cat, I got ready to eat. I gave him his kibble, then lay down, placing Shamrock on my chest. The little cat purred, right against me, and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly calm.
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The day had been strange, full of noises, movements, and new smells. But now, I was here, on his lap, feeling the slow, reassuring rhythm of his heart. He looked tired, but when he spoke, even if he said things I didn’t understand, his voice was soft and familiar.
When he took me in his hands and spoke near my face, I felt his warm breath and closed my eyes, enjoying the contact. Sometimes, he said sad things, as if talking to himself, but I was there to listen, even if I didn’t understand his words.
I like it when he strokes behind my ears; it’s my favorite spot. I know I make him happy, that my presence reassures him. He told me I would be his only company, and that’s perfectly fine by me. Because I also like being close to him, feeling his presence, hearing his voice.
Sometimes I wonder if he knows how important he is to me, how much I care for him. I wish I could tell him, meow like a real human to say I’ll always be there, by his side.
I’m his little ginger cat, but I’m also his silent confidant, his faithful friend. And that’s way better than any other companion.
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Buggy is a good master, really caring. He takes care of me like no one ever did. Every morning, he feeds me carefully, and sometimes he even offers me delicious pieces of fish — a real feast for me. When he comes to fill my bowl with fresh water, he smiles softly and says, “Good morning, how are you?” His voice is always calm, full of kindness, and I feel like he’s really talking to someone, even if I’m just a cat. But I know in his heart, I’m more than just a pet.
Buggy is also very patient with me. He strokes me for hours until one of us falls asleep, often him first. He’s like me: he loves to sleep, really a lot. Sometimes I notice he wakes up late, too late for his work, and he grumbles a bit when getting up. I can’t help but purr while watching him. He’s a bit lazy, but I guess that’s what makes him human.
But there’s something that bothers me, something that unsettles me. Would Buggy be happy if I took back my human form? Sometimes I transform, becoming again who I was before — a boy, a human like him. I walk around the house on my two legs, looking around with curiosity, but I never know how to talk to him about it. What if he didn’t love me anymore in that form? Because I love him a lot, really a lot. Like in the photo he showed me the other day, where he showed his parents, Garp and Rayleigh. I saw in his eyes a mix of tenderness and tiredness when he talked about them. I wanted to be there for him, one way or another.
That day, as usual, I was in my human form, lying on his bed. I had just taken a shower and was drying off when I heard the door open abruptly. I hadn’t finished what I was doing. My heart started beating faster. Oh no, he was going to scold me hard, I was sure of it.
Buggy entered the room, looking a bit surprised to see me there, flesh and blood.
“Hi,” he said simply.
I answered hesitantly, “Hi.”
He looked me straight in the eyes and asked, as if trying to solve a mystery: “Who are you?”
I sat up a bit, backing away on the bed, trying to look less imposing. “I’m Shamrock… your cat.”
A slightly awkward silence followed. Then I murmured, almost to myself, “I’m going to get punished.”
Buggy sighed and shook his head. “What a pain.”
I looked up at him, a little worried. “You’re not going to punish me?”
He shrugged, looking sincere but confused. “Uh, no… I don’t know what’s going on, honestly.”
I felt a bit relieved but still uncertain.
“We’ll have to talk,” he added, sitting at the edge of the bed, clearly serious. “What a pain…”
I took a deep breath, then began to explain everything I felt, the doubts I had, and the fear he wouldn’t accept me. Buggy listened attentively, his gaze growing softer.
“You know,” he finally said, “I didn’t expect this, but… I’m glad it’s you. No matter your form, you’re part of my life now.”
Those simple words warmed my heart. I was so relieved they came from a man as calm and thoughtful as him.
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I remember the first time I took my human form in front of him.
I wanted to show him I could be more than a cat, that I was there for him, not just as an animal, but as a friend, a confidant. I feared he’d find it weird, pull away, not recognize me anymore. But instead, he came closer gently, without fear.
“You’re… different, but it’s okay,” he told me, as if he was talking about something he loved. “We all have our secrets, Shamrock.”
I looked at him, a bit moved, and understood that no matter the shape or appearance, what matters is the bond we created. He became my master, my friend, and somewhere, my family.
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Buggy stood up, holding out his hand.
“Come on, let’s sit in the living room. I think we’re behind on our shows, and I want to talk a bit more with you, whatever form you’re in.”
I smiled inwardly, ready to spend more time with this complicated, lazy, yet so warm man. No matter if I’m a cat or human, I know as long as he’s here, I’ll never be truly alone.
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Chapter 3: Avec toi
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What a surprise it was, on an ordinary morning, to discover that my cat, this calm and quiet little animal, wasn’t really a cat at all! Well, not entirely. This boy, Shamrock, who stood there, half embarrassed and almost expecting a punishment, had just revealed his true nature. And I have to admit, I didn’t quite know where to put my head. It was kind of… too intimate, or at least strange, for me.
I stood there, motionless, unable to find the words. What a drag! I thought to myself. But strangely, I didn’t feel panic or deep shock. It’s not every day you see a cat transform into a handsome young red-haired guy with piercing eyes. And yet, I was calm, almost curious. It was like a part of me knew this encounter with Shamrock wasn’t a coincidence.
I gathered my thoughts. From what I understood, Shamrock had originally been human. Some strange, mysterious experiment had turned him into a cat. A secret he had just shared with me, without masks, without beating around the bush. I had been looking for company in that pet store, but I never expected to receive such an unexpected gift.
I looked him straight in the eyes and said softly:
"I understand."
Shamrock seemed relieved and asked, almost timidly:
"You’re not mad at me?"
I shook my head with a slight smile:
"No, not at all. And besides, you’re way too sexy for me to be mad."
A smile appeared on his lips. He approached, hesitant, then whispered:
"I love you, Buggy."
At that moment, he made a move to jump towards me, and I suddenly realized he was… naked.
"Oh my God, wait! You’re naked!" I exclaimed, cheeks flushed with surprise.
He looked confused and asked gently:
"You don’t like it?"
I couldn’t help but laugh nervously, almost choking on my words:
"I didn’t say that…" I sighed, "It’s cold right now, put some clothes on."
Shamrock nodded without protest. I handed him some clothes — an old loose t-shirt and comfortable pants. What was funny was that he followed me everywhere in the apartment, and suddenly a thought crossed my mind:
Wait… if he follows me everywhere as a cat, that means he’s already seen me naked?!
I shivered at the idea, a mix of embarrassment and amusement.
Later, as the evening went on, Shamrock timidly approached.
"Can I come to bed?" he asked in an almost childlike voice.
I looked up at him, surprised.
"Uh…"
Before I could answer, he was already crawling under the covers like a child seeking safety. He cuddled up to me, purring softly, and I felt a comforting warmth spread through my body. His hair, a deep red, was surprisingly soft against my skin.
I realized then that I wouldn’t be able to sleep so close to him. It was too new, too intense. But at the same time, it felt good. I had found someone, or something, who truly understood me. That night, I fell asleep with Shamrock against me, my cat-human.
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The next morning, light gently pierced through the curtains.
"Damn, I didn’t wake up!" I exclaimed, seeing the time on my alarm clock.
"What a drag," I sighed, sitting up slowly.
Shamrock, still sleepy, opened one eye and calmly said:
"Today’s Sunday, you don’t work."
I blinked, suddenly realizing I had mixed up the days.
"Oh yeah, that’s right."
A mix of emotions overwhelmed me. This wasn’t a dream. No, what I was living was very real: I now had a man in place of my cat. And with him, I felt like the problems and drags were going to pile up faster than ever.
I felt like my life had shifted into another dimension, a dimension where the lines between the ordinary and the strange blurred. I was a bit fed up with the complexity, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny that I was happy.
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I got up, still a little lost in thought. Shamrock followed close behind, his steps silent but determined.
"So," I said stretching, "how do you feel in this form?"
He shrugged, a smirk on his lips.
"It’s strange, but I like being with you, no matter the form I take."
I smiled back, reassured.
"We’re going to have to learn to live together," I said, "with you as a cat or a human, it’ll never be simple, but I think it can be nice."
Shamrock looked at me affectionately.
"I’m ready to try if you are."
I nodded, feeling a new bond forming between us.
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That day, I understood I had found more than just a pet. I had found a companion, an ally, maybe even more. A being who, despite his mysteries and transformations, brought warm presence into my sometimes heavy daily life.
And even if the drags were just beginning, I knew with Shamrock, they would be easier to face.
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It had been two good weeks since I knew Shamrock’s true form. It was no longer a secret between us, and even though at first I feared it would bring new drags, I had gotten used to this strange but surprising situation. Actually, it was rather pleasant. Shamrock was no longer just my cat, but a companion who had taken an important place in my life.
That morning, I was getting dressed in my room, trying to quickly choose a decent outfit when Shamrock burst in without warning. He walked calmly, as if he was used to entering here.
"Are you going to work?" he asked in a soft voice.
I gave him a tired look while buttoning my shirt.
"Yeah, normally I had the day off today, but they need me for at least half a day."
He nodded, looking understanding.
"You’ll come home early then?"
I shrugged, trying to stay optimistic.
"If all goes well, yeah."
Shamrock followed me silently, as usual. I had gotten used to him trailing behind me a lot. It didn’t bother me much, even though I had now forbidden him to enter the bathroom. That little moment of privacy remained sacred, especially when I had to change. So I hurried to put on pants before he appeared in my room, to keep some modesty.
As I headed toward the door, ready to leave.
"See you tonight. What do you want to eat?"
"Rice wrapped with fish."
"Sushi, got it."
I was about to leave the apartment when he added, almost shyly,
"You didn’t give me any kisses or pets before leaving."
I froze for a moment, caught off guard.
"Uh…"
His look turned a bit worried.
"You don’t want to? You don’t love me anymore?"
I rolled my eyes, then glanced around to check there was no one else. Not that there usually was.
"Of course I do!"
I bent down to him and, despite the awkwardness, gently ran my hand through his red hair while stroking his face. He purred softly, and I felt my heart race more than it should.
"Come on, kisses now."
I let out a little laugh.
"Alright, alright."
I leaned toward him, ready to place a kiss on his forehead, but Shamrock decided otherwise. Before I could react, he kissed me on the lips. It was a quick, almost fleeting contact, but it took me completely by surprise.
"I love you, Buggy," he whispered, rubbing against me, purring like a kitten.
I was speechless for a moment.
"Uh… Y-yeah, I’ll be back soon."
I gently closed the door behind me, still unsettled. What was wrong with me? Not long ago, he was still my cat, just a pet. But from the start, he had always been human in a way. And even if he was cute enough to make me melt, I knew this story was going to be a source of drags. And why did he keep saying he loved me? It threw me off.
I ran a hand over my face, tired and a bit embarrassed.
"Ugh, what a drag," I muttered to myself.
As I crossed the street, a voice behind me called out.
"You okay, young man? You look all red."
I turned to see an old lady, a retired teacher I knew by sight.
"Thanks for asking, ma’am, I’m fine," I replied with a smile.
She looked at me with a knowing expression.
"Sure you are…"
I blushed a little more and resumed my walk, my mind still tangled in thoughts about Shamrock. How to manage such a strange relationship? Between a cat who turns into a man, growing feelings, and my complicated daily life, I sometimes wondered if I hadn’t signed up for a life full of surprises, even drags.
Yet deep down, a small voice whispered that it was worth it. That despite the difficulties, having Shamrock by my side made life brighter. He had become my anchor, the one who made days more bearable and nights sweeter.
I took a deep breath, ready to face this half-day at work, with the silent promise to come back home soon. Because in the end, no matter the drags, I had found someone who loved me — and whom I loved in return.
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Chapter 4: Pour toujours, je t'aime.
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I came back a little later than expected, but what a hassle! Yet, surprisingly, I got home fairly quickly, without too much delay. Opening the door, I was surprised to find Shamrock right behind it, waiting patiently. I must admit I jumped a little when I saw him, but at the same time, it was so cute.
“You missed me,” he said softly, a slight smile on his lips. “You came back late.”
I looked at him, still a bit surprised, and, out of habit, I ran my hand under his chin. He purred immediately, a warm, soothing sound that made me melt even more.
“You too,” I replied with a smile.
Shamrock didn’t waste a second.
“I made dinner!”
He showed me a bowl in his hands, where whole sardines and carefully arranged raw fish rested. The bowl looked almost too perfect, like it was prepared by a chef.
“Well… uh, wow,” I stammered, eyeing the dish. “It’s so beautiful I almost hesitate to eat it.”
Shamrock looked at me with a playful expression.
“Try what I made, you’ll like it! And you’ll love me even more.”
I shook my head with a gentle laugh.
“I already love you a lot, but I’ll just go wash my hands first.”
He answered quickly, his eyes sparkling.
“I’m waiting!”
I took a deep breath and hurried to the bathroom. I felt a little like I was running away, but I needed to pull myself together. Does Shamrock really mean what he just said? Not long ago, he was just a cat, and here I am freaking out because I find him really attractive. Still, I didn’t want to get my hopes up or be disappointed. I tried to calm my thoughts by nervously rubbing my hands under cold water.
It’s all good. I repeated it to myself over and over, but my heart was still racing.
I opened the bathroom door, and he was there, right behind me, watching me with a patient smile. Luckily, I wasn’t speaking out loud or he probably would have heard all my confused thoughts.
“Are you done?” he asked, following me back to the kitchen.
“Let’s eat,” I replied, trying to seem relaxed. “I’ll ask later, too lazy now.”
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We sat down at the small living room table, lit by the soft glow of a side lamp. The bowl in front of me smelled deliciously of fresh fish. Shamrock had sat cross-legged on a chair, his eyes fixed on me with an almost proud expression.
I picked up a sardine with my chopsticks, looking at it as if it were a puzzle. Then, with a mix of curiosity and wariness, I tasted it. The texture was surprising—tender—and the flavor… delicious, almost better than I expected.
“Wow,” I murmured while chewing slowly. “It’s really good.”
Shamrock purred even louder, clearly pleased.
“I told you!”
I put down my chopsticks and looked at him with a small smile.
“You’re really a chef, Shamrock. How did you learn to make this?”
He shrugged, looking a bit embarrassed.
“Let’s say I had time to practice…”
I smiled, understanding it wasn’t just a joke. This transformation and everything around it had changed our lives more than I thought. But there was a softness in his eyes that reassured me.
While I kept eating, Shamrock gently moved closer, sitting next to me. His presence warmed me, like a fire crackling softly on a cold winter night.
“You know,” he said, staring at me, “I’m really happy to be here, with you.”
I put down my fork, touched by his honesty.
“Me too, Shamrock.”
We stayed a moment without speaking, just enjoying each other’s company. Time seemed to stop, as if nothing else mattered.
Then Shamrock broke the silence.
“Do you think this will last?”
I took his hand in mine, offering a reassuring smile.
“I don’t know what the future holds, but I want it to last. No matter the hassles.”
He smiled back, a mixture of tenderness and hope in his eyes.
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Later, after finishing dinner, I helped him clean up. Shamrock looked tired but kept that soft look that made me melt.
“You should rest,” I said gently. “You did a lot today.”
He nodded, stretching like a cat before flopping onto the couch.
“Thanks, Buggy. For everything.”
I settled near him, gently running my hand through his hair.
“We’re here for each other, that’s what matters.”
Shamrock purred, and this time, there was no doubt in his expression: he was home, with me.
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I found myself thinking that despite all the hassles, this life with Shamrock was really worth living. He wasn’t just a transformed cat or a simple companion — he had become an essential part of my world, and I never wanted to imagine life without him again.
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Two months had passed since I’d welcomed Shamrock into my home. Two months during which we’d learned to know each other, to appreciate each other, and above all, to grow closer — very, very close even. Our relationship had evolved faster than I would have imagined, from a simple bond between a human and a cat to a sincere and deep love.
I had even introduced him to my parents, who were pleasantly surprised and happy to meet the one who had once been a curious little orange cat and had now become my boyfriend. Of course, I never dared to tell them the truth about his transformation. They would probably have thought it was some weird sexual game, or worse. After all, no one would expect that you turn your boyfriend into a pet, let alone talk about it openly.
Shamrock, still as relaxed as ever, had his head resting on my lap. I felt the light weight of his body against me, and his steady breath calmed me. Yet, my thoughts sometimes wandered to a bit more... let’s say, naughty places. Damn, I really should stop thinking about stuff like that.
“What are you thinking about?” he murmured, raising his eyes to me, his green pupils sparkling with mischief.
I blushed, embarrassed to be caught.
“Nothing pervy…” I answered, gently stroking his soft hair. “So, what do you want to eat tonight?”
He purred and replied with a mischievous smile:
“Fish.”
I laughed softly, teasing.
“Animal sex, huh.”
Shamrock frowned, then rubbed his cheek against my knee as if protesting.
“Did you say something?” he asked in a mock innocent voice.
I shrugged, smiling slyly.
“Nothing. Although maybe I’ll tell you after your nap.”
He nodded, eyes half-closed, as if ready to drift off to a sweet sleep.
“Yeah.”
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I let Shamrock rest and watched him for a moment, fascinated by the softness of his features and the warmth he radiated. He wasn’t just a man beside me — he was my former cat, my soul mate, the person I wanted to build something with.
Slowly, I placed my hands on his cheeks, caressing them tenderly. He opened his eyes, surprised by the gentle touch, then smiled, happy and calm.
“Come here,” I said softly.
He sat up on my lap, and I pulled him close for a warm hug. Our bodies pressed against each other, the warmth of his skin against mine almost made me forget the outside world. He buried his face in my neck, breathing deeply.
I ran a hand through his red hair, the other gently stroking his back. The moment was perfect, simple, and pure.
“You know,” he murmured, lifting his head, “I never thought I could be this happy.”
I smiled at him, eyes shining.
“Me neither. But you changed my life, Shamrock.”
Without waiting, he pressed his lips to mine, a tender kiss full of emotions. I answered immediately, my hands wrapping around his waist, holding him close with gentleness.
Time seemed to stop. Just him and me, in that suspended moment. After a few moments, he gently pulled away, a slight smile on his lips.
“I love you, Buggy,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I replied, heart pounding.
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We stayed there, cuddled together, enjoying the quiet companionship. Shamrock lifted his head and slid his fingers along my cheek, gently stroking my skin.
“Sometimes I think back to when I was a cat,” he said with a soft smile. “And I realize how happy I was, even if it was simple.”
I nodded, looking at him with tenderness.
“You’re still happy, Shamrock. With me.”
He purred, like a cat, a soft laugh escaping his throat. Then he rested his head on my shoulder.
“You know, I’m scared sometimes,” he confessed after a moment. “Scared that all this is just a dream, or that it’ll end.”
I squeezed his hand in mine.
“I’m here, Shamrock. I’ll never let you down.”
He looked up, searching my eyes.
“Thanks, Buggy.”
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Time passed slowly. I felt his fingers tighten around mine, his warm breath on my skin. Shamrock wasn’t just my boyfriend — he had become my pillar, the one who gave me the strength to move forward.
“You know,” I murmured, “when I adopted you, I had no idea how much my life would change.”
He smiled, eyes shining with tenderness.
“Me neither. But I’m happy it was you.”
I pulled him close again, burying my face in his red hair.
“So, tonight, we’re eating sushi, like you wanted.”
He laughed softly, then closed his eyes.
“The best meal, with the best man.”
I smiled, knowing that despite all the hassles, this simple happiness was what mattered most.
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Later, as the evening settled, we stayed curled up on the couch, Shamrock on my lap, his hands in my hair, my arms around his waist. Sometimes our lips sought each other, found each other, exchanging soft and passionate kisses.
He had become my home, my refuge, my sweet reality in a world sometimes too complicated.
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The days kept passing, marked by our little habits. Every morning, Shamrock came to snuggle against me, his warm breath on my still-sleepy skin. Every evening, we shared simple moments, far from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Those moments had become our refuge, our bubble where nothing else mattered but our presence with each other.
That night, as the golden light of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, we were sitting on the couch, Shamrock nestled against me. His head rested on my shoulder, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the fabric of my t-shirt. I felt the softness of his skin, the familiar smell of his red hair, and my heart was beating stronger than ever.
I slowly stroked his back, savoring every second. He looked up at me, a tender smile lighting up his face.
“You know, Buggy,” he murmured, “even if all this is a bit crazy, a bit of a hassle sometimes… I regret nothing.”
I smiled back, resting my forehead against his.
“Me neither. You changed my life in the most beautiful way.”
A companionable silence settled, only broken by the soft purring from his chest. Then he gently lifted himself up to kiss me, a soft and sincere kiss that said everything words couldn’t.
I took him in my arms, holding him close as if to protect him from everything that might separate us. And in that hug, in that embrace, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together.
Because beyond strange transformations and daily hassles, there was this simple, pure, unshakable love.
“I love you, Shamrock.”
“I love you too, Buggy.”
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