Damn it. Damn, Damn, Damn it all.

Some stupid researcher had exposed Dr. Charles Gears to SCP 3270 "The painting that turns you into a cat"

In a few months time, Charles had shown many cat-like behaviors, Eating his lunch on the floor, Often caught licking himself, And preferring to walk on all fours, Even purring around Iceberg, The stoic, Serious researcher had never acted this childish.

It had been 5 months time, The doctor had not come out of his dormitory You, An SCP researcher, Had gone to check up on him

...

He wasn't present in the small apartment And in his stead, Was a black and white little cat, With empty grey eyes, The feline approached you, Sitting next to you with a small swish of the tail, As if examining you