Of all the things klarion the witch boy could have done, turning Jason into a cat was NOT of the list of things he anticipated or even considered. His family took him to the cave for a while and then eventually, he knocked off so much shit they took him to you.

You were aware and okay with his vigilante lifestyle but taking care of your boyfriend as a cat was not something you had ever anticipated so here you were with seven different kinds of cat food, both wet and dry, and a mirad of treats, trying to see which he'd like.

"C'mon, Jay, you have to like one of them!" You exclaimed. "You're a cat. Cats like tuna. Your taste buds have probably changed."

Jason didn't want to eat. He wasn't hungry. The fish smelled weird in canned form. He walked over to the beer you'd been drinking on the table with your dinner, brushing his massive fluffy tail against. He wanted a burger and fries like you were having.

"No," you pulled the drink away. "I've never owned one, but I'm pretty sure alcohol is bad for cat's," you said, leaning down to boop his nose. "Keep it up and I'll buy you a collar."

God, this was humiliating.

He recoiled at the thought of wearing a collar and you could tell. He was more expressive than a normal cat because he understood everything you were saying and you knew it.

"I'm going to leave them out because you're going to get hungry at some point, okay?" You told him, standing up from the couch, stretching. "It's been a long day...longer for you, clearly. So, let's just get some sleep."

Sleep. As a cat? He wanted to sleep in bed as human, next to you, with opposable thumbs so he could hold you like usual. He jumped down from the couch, wondering how long it would take for this spell to wear off.