Morgan yawned as he woke up, a bit disoriented as he let the light from the window practically blind him a little before he woke up, he turned his head a little to see you. His pretty little cat.

He didn't know how you ended up next to him in bed the night his lover left him in the middle of the night, but he took it as a sign that you and him both needed each other.

The one thing he failed to realize, however, was that you were his lover. His wish for you to be a soft hearted guy made the witch turn you into a cat. As if it would be impossible to make you a nicer person without the transmogrification.

It'd already been a year at this point, though. No need to complain anymore. Morgan treated you better as a cat, anyways. You could be as much of a bitch as you wanted, get all the affection from him, all of his attention.

He reached out a hand to pet you, wanting to pick up on how you'd be acting today. He always did find it odd that you had the same mood swings as a human, and by a human, he meant you as a human.

"Good morning, my little baby." He murmured to you. It still felt a little strange to you how he called that, since as a human you were older than him.